The Poetry Marathon – Page 2349 – 24 Poems ~ 24 Hours

Posted By Cody

Bittersweet Finality

Itzpapalotl stretches her obsidian butterfly wings into meteor-streaked skies
The muses reach for final burst of inspiration, scavenging words from dreamscapes

Words jotted down in notebooks find their final form in lines
Not so much written but intuited by zombie-like autopilot mind
All the remnants of ideas unformed nearing completion
Dive into the deep end, pull the last glistening threads from dreams of those asleep
We creep towards the finish weeping tears of gratitude

Anticlimactic poetry addicts beaten and drained by 24 hours of pleasureful pain
Finally able to rest our aching brains trying to process what the fuck just happened

Posted By Hardika Sharma

An Amateur Poet

An amateur Poet

Doesn’t write a poem

Only the heart is written

The pages are filled

Words are trashed

Pens are changed

Places explored .

An amateur Poet

Writes what she sees

She remembers her past

Brings back all the memories

And stores them

Between the lines of those pages.

An amateur Poet

Don’t know the styles

No prose, No haiku

She writes in a tune

Remain in her world.

An amateur Poet’s poem

is untouched

She doesn’t know

About the edits

About the drafts

She bares it all.

An amateur Poet

is innocent!

Posted By catscrazi1

The Office

The file room
Now it’s my office
Small and complete
Quaint and cute
Many people come in
For the files they use
Eleven co-workers
In one department
Over four thousamd files
Needing kept up and seen
But also they come in
Needing everything!
“Can you get this?
“Can you do that?”
“Get me this report”
“Provide me this stat”
“Do you have time
to look this up for me?”
“My pleasure,” I said
My co-workers, their family
I’m with them half my day
I live in this small place
The office they call it
What a state!

Posted By shaqila

Follow the leader

Two by two
Follow the leader
Left right left right
Away we go

Posted By torrimbrown

Haibun

Decisions are journeys

Road signs, turns, empty tanks

Always keep moving

Posted By shaqila

How are you (haiku)

How are you I said
You said I am fine, are you
Dead hearts don’t beat well

Posted By MelNeet

Prompt 24: What Poetry Did While We Slept in V2

Bleary-eyed, now listening to documentaries for audio stimulation,
after Rosanne became too annoying,
I lean back, dully realizing that only a few hours previous
I’d been dancing to the Pixies in my living room.

I stayed awake with Poetry; Poetry kept me awake while keeping me in a dream state,
through which I struggled, then revived, and cat-napped 20 minutes before The Who’s
“A Quick One While He’s Away” pulled me upright from the sofa.

Will I commit this sanctioned madness again? It’s likely.
But, for now, I want for nothing more than to not open the blinds,
pretend the sky is still dark and sleep soundly,
with Poetry waiting where I left her.

Posted By Shaunton Taylor

Poem 23 — Hidden Places

You rest easily
In privacy,
You sleep peacefully
In private,
Embracing the genuine comfort of the mattress overtime hours of a job you despised bought you.
It feels like Heaven,
Not blue sky without clouds,
Without the Pearly Gates,
Not the place grandma resides,
The room that’s dark not depressing,
Bringing out the blessings
That bond in you,
Distribute in others,
The inspiration that brings out hope in others,
Gratifying the existence of the misfit.
It is a room,
No! It is a place of pleasure designed and dedicated to the peace only lived and felt in a pinch of many places.
It solidifies hard work, love and peace.
It is the light that sheds in my soul and expands my hopes.
I spoke in one room,
Yet I really speak highly with favor of my home,
The sound setting of my most awkward thoughts,
Please respect my place of peace.