The Poetry Marathon

Final Earth

Final Earth

You said nothing, just smiled;

Half turning your head,

Yet willing to give in

To a soul exiled.

One wink gone; a life, a wait,

You stirred again, counted two;

Love rolled on, and off, and on

And slowly nibbled at my fate.

You held my hands,

Winds murmured; the green, the grey ditto:

I closed my eyes and felt

The skies, waves and sands.

You carried me away, again,

On a promissory note

Towards the final earth

Where we shed all before the dancing rain.

Hour 2

@varenyas

Everlasting

You’re so far away

I stare at the dark above–

Stars reassure me

 

When night envelops

I remember promises–

Everlasting love

Lives on in night skies

If one light shines above–you

Said our souls were one

 

Diane Morinich

 

I belong to you

As stars belong to night
I belong to you
As colors belong to the rainbow
I belong to you
I once heard that
The earth belonged to the sky
If that is ever true
Just like the earth, I belong to you

In Memory

As my mother passed away nine years ago, and my father twenty-three,

Memories stay alive and my daily prayers always with them.

 

Years pass

Events happen

Lives continue

With or without

The dearly ones

Those witnesses

Of your native land

 

 

(Hour Two – Maritza M. Mejia)

Of All

Of all the words

I cannot speak;

Of all the longing

I cannot touch;

Of all the feelings

I cannot write;

Of all the pain

I cannot weep;

Of all . . .

 

Instead

I paint

I draw

I pour

I blend

With the silence of my heart

I Write This Poem

I yearn

for

you

with

my eyes

when you’re

not

looking.

 

I know

the skin

of your

wrist,

the nape

of your

neck,

the curve

of your

back

and yet

I’ve never

touched

you.

 

I yearn

in secret,

alone,

in the

dark.

 

I write

this poem

so

everyone

knows

of my

yearning,

except

of course,

for

you.

A Soulful yearning

 

 

A longing in its recesses of overture interludes

Drawing closer eventide of reverberating tremors

Searching within the interplaying solitude

Communing in each gate of armors

 

Reaching in the far end corners of every avenue

Providing in its peculiarity of mindblower

Deepening in array of every terraces revenue

Dawning in each pulsation of its grower

 

Enriching much in every possibility a responsibility

Turning around for the richness of giving

Reaching the cornerstone of an ability

In ways we are deeply receiving

 

Yearns deep in the engraving soul in love

Enlivening lives freely like dove

 

 

 

© Roy Mark Azanza Corrales 05082017   10:10 PM PST

2 – touch-

My eyes follow, watching the places my breath craves,

hungers to brush as it whispers from my lips.

I take you home in my dreams,

caressing your skin, laughing at our need.

yet I stand across a crowded room and love,

doesn’t know my name.

 

• s.j.duncan –