The Poetry Marathon – Page 2684 – 24 Poems ~ 24 Hours

Posted By Maritza

Welcome Marathon 2016

Wishing everyone a wonderful Marathon 2016! I can’t believe an entire year has passed since the 2015 Marathon.

This year I am going to link my poems for a theoretical chapbook called “Añoranzas.”

Have fun 🙂

Hi, I am Unpredictable Easty. This is the last day before Marathon and I have just finished my registration. I had missed my first registration mail and it’s only by chance that I saw it today. Thank God for that.

I am ready to write poems and to stay awake the whole time, hopefully. I don’t know what I would write but that had never stopped me before so I am hoping for a good enough miracle this time too.

I hope to have lots of fun with this.

Thank you for taking me in this Marathon!

Posted By johnphd

Pain

You can’t fill my shoes_size mayebabo;
They say times suppose heal ya,
But I forgotten how to heal the time,
I failed myself.
I wanted to be a thug,
Academics was a myth,
Flesh full of Scars
Breezing through the banks,
Bank notes flashes before my eyes;
Success was another test;
War wounds for another Souls;
I felt no sorry, ain’t matter at all….

Tears fall till dawn shines the darkness,
How long will it take? No future legacy. it’s so painful

Posted By johnphd

Sign and sealed

Dear respectable reader

Signed and sealed is the documentation so factual
To factorize my old physique and address the born again
Me in concord……

I was once a smuggler, time to let go,
I was once a tentacle for drug manipulator;
Possessive thought to destroy entire humanity;
Radical objective for my mission, never impossible;
Probabilities speaketh demolition,
However, the demands where harsh;
This hath divided me apart from my natural essence;
My tendency was indeed so daunting; I cry tears of discomfort,
No portion I left no pills unattended, indeed the pertinent so eruptional;
Die walking, illegal to my essence; I cry tears of grief;
Bear in mind, these noses were so stubborn, they kept on sniffing,
I was then called a dog (Slang), anathema is a metaphor;
Smoking my mind like a bullet gunning down a brain,
Indeed! Smoking like an engine lost its tappets permission,
Intake and exhaust kind of combination;
Paradise lost in camouflage; I was just an addiction to this proverb, I was feeling high and good every second; all is fading. I cry tears of peace

Posted By belight89

It’s Me

Hi everyone,

My name is Briana and I’m a 26 year old from Miami,FL. I’m really excited about being able to participate in this marathon and honestly really nervous. Typically it’s hard for me to come up with poems, I basically just wait for them to come to me and just go with the flow. So this will be a definite challenge for me. Actually pushing myself to try and not be lazy.

I’ve been writing since I was seven and I also do spoken word. Even though I have THE WORSE nerves, like cotton mouth, can’t eat, can’t stop shaking, hold my pee until it’s all over nerves, I love it. Once I get into my zone I become a different person and I can actually feel God. It’s an unexplainable feeling to say he least!

I currently have a full time job at a police department, a part-time job as a Pharmacy Tech, I’m a substitute, and I’m about to start my Masters in Mental Health Counseling. I love sitting on the beach at night, just not by myself because I’m afraid of what may come out of the water 0___0. Anyway, I wish you all the best of luck! I look forwarded to possibly reading you poems/ future books!

Posted By traci-icart

Testing, Testing 1, 2, 3

Test post for the marathon and getting excited. Excited to read others pieces just as much as inspired creation, this connection across the world never gets old. Thank you for the efforts placed for a bit of fun amidst the rat race.