The Poetry Marathon – Page 393 – 24 Poems ~ 24 Hours

Posted By emurence

Dead Poet

Found myself amid buried cadavers

Yet I can still hear the tunes of molten flows of oxymorons and euphemisms

Addressing me as a dead poet.

Am I a dead poet?

I asked myself; with a deeper voice

thinking it could be my obsession

with metaphors and clingy act on similes

That made me believe I’m still living.

Am I a dead poet?

I seek answers from weeds and heap

Of sands that surround me

Despite enjoying the luxury of silence

And reminiscing about good poetry

I still hope life would give me a chance

To be reborn but I ask myself; Am I a dead poet?

Posted By kaibo

Close your eyes and listen
Fall in love with this
Fall in love to this
Fall in love with your own silence
Fall in love with the vibration
Of your own smile
Be the bless’ed damned
To forever hear this echo
Through your romance
Down the halls of your years
Cast off the shabby drapes
Of the past
Step into the light, lightened
Enlightened

Posted By chitookeke

When the stamen tramples on his pistil

The daffodil was still a seedling
Recall that hot summer noon
Mother and I cooked in the kitchen
And talked about my perfect groom

When the bull ignores the cow’s moo
He must be frustrated and hungry too
When last was his best laugh?
Tell him a joke or bear him a calf

When the sire barks at his dam
Gather the puppies to their kennel
A little space will do no harm
He himself will come to settle

But when the stamen tramples on his pistil
Don’t cry “oh heavens save us!”
For why must he be so hostile?
Pack your petals and board the next bus

Men, why hit your wives?
Women, why the silence?
Perhaps you have nine lives
That you condone such violence

It’s winter
The daffodil is mature now
I left my perfect mister
His rage and his dirty frown
I’m back mum
It was an heart-shattering run
The sun is nowhere to be found
But mother is beneath the ground
She’s not rising from the grave
But she whispers “Thanks for being brave!”

Posted By Alicia Sophia

Church

Sun beating down

Kissing snow skin red

Where the water meets the sky

Blending together

Small waves

Lapping

Licking

Cool Water

Inhaling fresh

And

Breathing more freely