Introduction
Hey all,
This is Mallika Girotra and i love writing poems, This is my first poetry marathon and i am damn excited about it 🙂
Tears
Tear’s that ran down my face will never.
Be wiped away from the evil that capture my body.
The pain that my soul was going through was like the fire of ‘Hell.
Was upon my soul.
Tear’s that ran down my face will never fade away from my heart.
The tear’s will be their hiding in the darkness in my heart.
That will never be forgotten just put inside the darkness in my heart.
Tear’s that ran down my face will never be wiped away.
1/24 morning
I wrote the moon about you.
I thought he was wise, but he only warns people of the sea
He didn’t warn you of me
He didn’t tell you that each passing message that danced around the night sky, calling you to my arms again
Should have been avoided
My arms are better than the night
and that is where you have always wanted to live
You keep turning the clock back on my mornings.
I’m rusty and heartbroken. These will hopefully improve as the day goes.Â
Wireless Lover
There was one last communion
stretched thin between us, razor-fine
tightwire which when severed,
would crumble whole cities of dreams.
Hot salty tears tracked peach cheeks
and words frozen in my heart,
unable to speak for fear of saying the wrong words
at the right time.
And we offered meager excuses
why this abrupt slice of pain
would be a healing gash,
but we knew the scar would knit
and knot to a complicated infectious
poisoning of the blood,
fever of the soul,
even as now I still tap
that agonizing wire of
fractured human connection.
The End of Us
Don’t want for it now
Eventually it’s over
Now I want it back
AN END
An end
Is it for finality
Moving into new reality
A new beginning from an end
Promptly it is an end of something
But a new beginning to start with
An end
Making into a reality
A long lasting peace
Blissful place of a being
Substance always encourages anew
An end
Marking into a breeze time
Marking turning point
Now it is a noteworthy reality
A hype or just a thrilla
9: 04 pm PST 13/08/2016
© ROY MARK AZANZA CORRALES
Poetry half marathon: Poem # 1
The sound of coffee
Brewing;
Music raining down
From a darkened stormy
Cloud.
I watch the clouds grow
And then edge their way
Over
To the Ceramic perimeter.
They fade away and
Expose
The rich, black
New moon.
A new moon
For a new day.
Poem#1 9AM 2016 Poetry Marathon
Three, two, one
and we’re off
words on the page or screen
We are confident
thinking clearly
this is easy
subconscious thinking
are you seriously doing this …
again?
Don’t you remember last time?
by hour 18
your brain was done
wanted to stop
you pushed on
almost fell asleep
for 45 minutes
without writing a word
but I saved you
with some weak words
we’re really going to do this again…
Yes!
These thoughts have been swirling in my brain for the past week, so glad to be here to share them. One done and 23 to go!
Here we go…
Good luck to all my fellow participants!
Good morning orange and blue.
good morning to the orange and blue
Just want to let you know
that I will always hate you.
I hate your town and all its people
i hate the prayers for victory that pour
skyward from that church steeple.
I dont care how friendly you are
your restaurants are bad and
your team gets beat, near and far.
November will come soon to remind you again.
That Crimson and White will always win.
so good morning old orange and blue
start your day with a smile and wave
and know that i still hate you.