24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Image Prompt by Frank Ching
My world is getting smaller
My patch, stitched down
Wings now clipped
Walls closing in
Eyes dimming
Colours fading in the light
Now how fast or slow
‘Till
My fingers feel for
Silk, and sand
Seeing nubs of Brail.
Dear Poets,
Here’s our initial list of everyone who successfully finished the 2023 Poetry Marathon. These poets wrote 24 poems in 24 hours. Congratulations to everyone who achieved this incredible challenge! You are amazing!
Please note: This list contains errors. We need your help to correct those errors. If your name is in the wrong list, or missing, when it should be there, please let me know by email poets@thepoetrymarathon.com. Any error was in no way intentional. There are so many participants, it is very difficult to create an accurate list. Your help with correcting any errors is greatly appreciated.
Thank you to everyone who participated this year!
You can see the finishers of the half marathon here.
When you are ready, you are very much encouraged to comment on the many wonderful poems written during the marathon by these wonderful poets. — Jacob
Dear Poets,
Here’s our initial list of everyone who successfully finished the 2023 Poetry Half Marathon. These poets wrote 12 poems in 12 hours. Congratulations to everyone who achieved this challenge!
Please note: This list contains errors. We need your help to correct those errors. If your name is in the wrong list, or missing, when it should be there, please let me know by email poets@thepoetrymarathon.com. Any error was in no way intentional. There are so many participants, it is very difficult to create an accurate list. Your help with correcting any errors is greatly appreciated.
You can see the finishers of the full marathon here.
Thank you to everyone who participated this year!
When you are ready, you are very much encouraged to comment on these amazing poets’ work. — Jacob
From the east to west the River crawls
Connecting the south and north
Making life liveable, enduring
Living endearing
Without the River, life dies
Without it, life ceases
This River, this Hope, like a rope
Connects hopes
Homelessness disease ravages nations
Political and religious leaders are lame
Haven’t found a cure for this disease
NGOs and technology are lame too
Asylum seekers and migrants dot dunghills
Wondering like wanderers from one emptiness to another
Bothering about what is a bother
The next homes, and the former homes.
How long will this homelessness torment?
No pizza for me!
That is the response from a friend
At the end
Of a birthday celebration
No pizza for me!
She insisted outrightly
She would not taste the pizza
Nor smell the aroma
Aha!
She crushed the
crunchy pizza
with her canines
Why am I running away if I am not guilty?
Why are you running away if you are not guilty?
Why are we running away if we are not filthy?
Why are we running in perpetuity?
Why am I running away if I am not a runner?
Why are you running away if you are not a gunrunner?
Why are we running away if we are not convicts?
Why are we running in perpetuity?
Can we stop and hop
Can we stop and drop
Can we stop and chop
Can we stop running, please?
Making the journey from
my abode
to my code
Was a ritual until I bridged my fellowship
Then it turned into
A joy
A toy
A ploy
A ritual.
Rich and endowed we are
But not endowed enough to make the Rich List
The beauty of our house cannot cover
of Forbes magazine sit
Our home was CNN’s news centre
The other day, it aired my point of view.
My face and quote splashed on the TV screen.
For lunch my banker stopped over.
My surroundings are unworthy.
That is a tiny bit of truth
Darkness blanketed the house.
Silence sat in the sitting room.
Breathing heavily, a figure ran across the room.
Window shattered!
Footsteps ran across the lobby
Could not see.
It was eerie.
It was thisclose to me.
I was scared!
Bleeding! Blood dripped down my temple
It gave me the creeps
It had been a bad two weeks.