Did I Make It In Time?

There is no such thing as coincidence…

A comment notification popped up on a piece from last year, I was reminded of the inspiring experience last year, and thought to myself, I must sign up again this year…

Little did I know, it begins tomorrow at 9:00 am, and I had better get some sleep…

I am posting this to see if my account is still active…

Looking forward to the challenge once again!

Love to all!

 

2. The Marathon

2. The Marathon

 

All the excitement, building to a crescendo.

I awake early and I know it is not in vain.

With a short prayer

I calm my body and brain .

 

The Marathon has begun.

12 hours to write 12 poems.

I reach deep into my inner self

so that my heart in inspiration, freely roams

 

Oh! What an achievement!

With my fellow poets, to be writing.

Around the globe, all at once

poetic prose, to be composing.

 

No blood, no sweat, no tears

when running this poetry marathon.

Just a sense of comraderie with your fellow peers.

See you all at the finishing line.

 

Anwar Suleman

..round 2 (ready, FIGHT!)

Well, second time doing the 12 hour marathon. truly excited this time around and even though i have a full time job, i’m making this shit work. my poems were a little childish last round, i plan to be more..

*sips apple juice*

‘Mature’.

can’t wait to see others people’s work and having a ball sharing a forgotten art to the world wide web, good luck to all out there!

Introduction

Hi, y’all! I’m Angel from Oklahoma, and this is my second year doing the full marathon. Those last few hours were a struggle, so here’s hoping they are a bit easier this year. Good luck to everyone! May the muses inspire your journey.

1. The Writer

The alarm screeching .

I wake up with my heart thumping

like a drum beating,

soaring in nervous anticipation.

 

The moon in the dark, desolate sky is bright.

It’s beauty, an inspirational sight.

My mind and heart in excitement is burning alight.

Whilst everyone else is asleep in calm, sweet repose.

 

Like a guitar, the keyboard, I lovingly strum.

It’s clatter, like a beating drum.

Words appear, as elegant dancers on my monitor as I rhythmically hum.

In excitement, solitude and peace of mind, I am writing, I am writing.

I am writing.

 

Introduction

Hi Everyone,

My name is Jessica Brynarsky and this is my very first time in participating in the Poetry Marathon. I am quite excited about it and nervous all at once. But I believe that this will help me to finally do some heavy writing. Setting aside time and some quite space is going to be extremely helpful for me. I have several fruits on hand, some protein bars and protein shakes available and my writing desk cleared off of distractions. I have warned several family members & friends that I am going to be unavailable to them for a full day. I have a couple of my own word prompts at the ready and I’ll be writing my stuff via pen and paper and then posting later and sometimes typing on my laptop. Good luck everyone. Here goes everything…

Trial Run 2

Rain

Wet, it washes me
Tinkling, it hits the roof
Fresh, the scent of moist earth
Rain