The Poetry Marathon – Page 2720 – 24 Poems ~ 24 Hours

Posted By reuben

Muffi the Cat

Stalking pray with practiced skill he moves through shadow.
Tonight’s meal will not come easy; It must be pried from unwilling hands.
With all his skill he approaches, looking up into human eyes he reflects back all the love he’s sent. One thought in mind; Food.
Others may kill to eat but here each meal is served with broken hearts.

Suggestion of a warm embrace, tempting on the coldest night,
Eyes that say, “I’ll fade away” torture all in sight.
And if, by chance, his slaves deny the meal that’s rightly his,
He’ll raise his voice and scratch at doors, until his food appears.

Posted By mariel-m

Morning

Peeks

Inside

Looks

Wondering

Can

Love

For

Words

Enhance

Ennoble

Spring

Become

Poetry

Grow

Propel

Delight

Survive

Posted By Jenny Campbell

Hour 23

I doubt I can get

to the end.

But then again…

Posted By Laurie McKay

Finish line

Endurance and fortitude
Tested by the hour, on the hour.
Body aches. Bleared-eyed
Sleep deprived thoughts drop on infertile soil
Sounding judgemental , I am not.
Not my best work, but I did it.
Some of the poems are close to my worst work.
Gained more than I’ve lost. Learned some new, applying it where I could.

The end is in sight!

Posted By Sara Anderson

To My Child, the Sweet Heart

I loved you first.

From the very first,

your father and I watching

as I ripened and bloomed,

nine months of connection.

Every kick, every nudge

was noted with love,

and you came to us.

From the very first,

with every beginning,

I loved you when you were little,

and even as you grow,

just know this for a fact my love,

that I have loved you first.

Posted By kevinbrennan

Doubt

Remember the compliments,

forget the insults.

Nobody’s a bigger critic than you.

Feed your confidence,

starve your doubt

the same way that champions do.

Doubt is a beast that dwells within,

a parasite that you must control.

The most important battle to win

is the inner clash with this asshole.

Listen closely to your friends,

ignore the trolls who give you grief.

You will beat doubt with confidence

you’ll kick his ass with self belief.

Posted By seth

Poem23/24 “Doubts??”

Do you believe in God?

If yes, have you seen God?

If no, then why do you believe that there is God?

Faith??

How deep or big is your faith?

You don’t know?

Then how would you believe that there is God by faith?

Love?

Have you seen love?

If no, then how would you believe that there is God by love?

You don’t know?

To tell you what, it the feeling that love conquers all

If you felt love to God

A Faith will stand

God is like your goal

You are trying to reach but when your faith collides

You won’t feel love but doubt

You have to be patient to feel, to love, to wait

So that your faith will be strong and firm

To reach the goal you dream

Posted By bjsteinshouer

Poem 19: My Antonia

Whatever we had missed, we possessed,
together, the precious, the incommunicable past.

If you google this last line of Willa Cather’s
classic novel, you will find out that the book
it finishes – perfectly, flawlessly – is part of a
project called The Big Read. You will also find
the epigram for the book, from Virgil:
“The best days are the first to flee.”

So what if someone changed it to
“The best geese are the first to fly”?
It would still be a proper sentence,
but it wouldn’t say anything Cather
meant to say, not that she didn’t like geese.
Kind of like when NEA printed up thousands
of readers guides, just as they still have it on
their website, with “precious” changed
to “previous,” making Cather into mush.
Making The Big Read into a silly read, a
meaningless exercise in great literature,
asking what it’s worth if we muck it up
with auto-correct and don’t bother to
fix it? Pardon this rant, but it should be
on record, somewhere, that the last sentence
of My Antonia was beautiful, and perfect,
and not to be tampered with. Amen.