The Poetry Marathon

“The New World”

 

 

No religion, no country, no territorial boundary,

This world can be a place like no other.

No rule parts to play,

No currencies, no need for a job.

We are not humans here,

We are like an orbiting species taking its role as it is.

Part of nature, equal to all the species yet to live.

What else can we give?

To a world who has it all?

God moves in mystery, they say.

But there’s no Gods here,

There’s no one for us to pray,

We all are preys,

Rotating towards who’s the next to eat,

And what would be our meal.

No police to keep it in order,

There isn’t any border.

This is our home,

The sky is the limit.

A kindred spirit bustling around,

And where we left to die

Will be our holy ground.

 

Text Prompt

Write a poem about a world that is not this one.

 

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Hope (Poem 24)

A tree cut

A flower plucked

A seed sown

New life blooming soon

What goes

Comes back in some form or the other

Life goes on

World moves ahead

Nothing stop the flow of time

There’s only hope

That keeps us strong

Stones

Slip sliding over the texture

my fingers dive into

a pile of river smooth stones

shivers running through me

as their surface soothes me

no sharp edges to disturb

my sensitive nerves

closing my eyes

I feel calm

HR-11 The Path

Your journey is full of detours
Some bring unbelievable joy
Others bring unrelenting pain
Everyone’s journey is their own

No one has control over your journey
You make choices along the way
Sometimes fate decides your journey

Rachnoc Haiku 24 Hour 24

Sea weed man, guilty,
Slimes across the deck and hauls upright,
To do the right thing.

The tentacles wrap,
Tightly about the boat, Grown,
Squeeze writhing rapture.

He flops and plummets,
Ecosystem returning,
To the singing bed.

Rachnoc withdraws, pulse,
Follows his father beneath,
As the sailor weeps.

Hour 24- text prompt- hope

Ah the little things will kill you

And they say that’s due to hope

Hoping for improvement

Over a loveless gloat

Hope is heavy

And makes you light

Hope is solid

And made of light

Not liquid nor a gas

Hope is not something you can pass

Like a test by thirsty friend

Hope is sweetness

Condensed like milk

Until she knows she’s your one

Lethologica

What is it, what is it?
I know that I know this.
It’s like, that word that means
But it’s not that word.
Or maybe it’s more like
But again, not that word either.
What is it, what is it?
It’s there at the tip of my tongue.

I suppose I’ll think of it later.

Prompt 24

 

The Perfectly Imperfect World (Poem 23)

 

 

Equal wages and opportunities

One or no religion

Gender equality

All sexual orientations accepted

Accessible and uniformed housing for all

Respect for all professions

Seems like the perfect world

Seems like an unachievable dream

 

Ours isn’t like that

It has its flaws

It has its imperfections

And yet it’s somehow

Perfectly imperfect

 

 

In response to text prompt number 23

Sanctity in Shadow 2 – Hour 24

Permanent and shifting,

Perpetually transfiguring in the dimn of night,

Contrite in the radiance of day.

My dormant gloom occupy’s the Shadow

Judges from its sanctity.

Its there I will indulge relief,

Reverence and absolution await the awakening.