PROMPTS 11

 

Dear Emily,

What I miss 

Is far beyond any skies can hold

I need no hint

I do believe you were heaven sent

I miss the late night conversations

Which might lead to sexual relations

When I feel your soft brown skin,

That is all it takes to begin.

Oh how I so love your face 

And fall in love over and over again.

 I miss your smile and your brown eyes.

Even more how your evil look

 Could make a cat lose all nine lives.

I miss hearing your voice,

Me falling in love …I had no choice.

I miss how

 I use to walk up behind you,

and kiss you on your neck

Or how I be mad at you 

And climb back into bed.

I’d tell myself I could fight

But I was truly misled.

I miss holding you in my arms

Trying to protect from

 all your worries and harm.

I miss your back rugs

 and those really long hugs.

Oh yeah, 

I miss sneaking in your mom’s house,

trying to be quieter than a mouse.

Also, I miss my best friend.

Sincerely,

XOXO 4erUR♥️XOXO (more…)

Finale

Thank you for taking the time to read my draft poems that require a good amount of editing. 🙂

Please visit: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/maritzam-mejia/77650/

Be safe!

Announcing the Finishers of the 2020 Poetry Half-Marathon

The following poets set a goal of writing twelve poems in twelve hours and they succeeded! After a successful day (or night) of creating poetry, everyone on this list deserves a round of applause. Congratulations!

Also – be sure to take a look at the list of the incredible finishers of full marathon.

Jacob

PS: This list may contain errors, so please let me know if something is off, or if your name isn’t included when it should be, etc.

PPS: Please consider commenting on these poet’s work, now that we’re not fully occupied with completing the writing challenge.

Aqua
arundhathi
authorhj
Aymen Zaheer
azula14
betulaceae
BG.Writes
Britton
C. H. Lee
Caitlin Thomson
canfieje
Diane Carmony
dkt2010
dohamonde
dvnmskm
ellawagemakers
EmilyJV
estie05
evelynelainesmith
Jacob
farzanasuleman
Kat Kidder
kateadams
kcwolfe
Kevin J. O’Conner
kpsami05
kriscleage
Kwills
ladylazarus
Lani G
Laurak
lauraruth
Leroy Leonard
Leslie Ferguson
Vidyashankar
Lexanne
lindahallstrom
LisaAllenHyde
luellen
madamneverstop
MahimaGiri
fclemmons
friowords
genawilliams
Hafeezah
Halle
Harvey Schwartz
hollydistefano
HuffPunkMatron
Ilupeju Ayokunnumi
canyonwriter
Carolyn Robinson
catfeather
Christina M Rau
ChristinaSng
ciudadanaherzeleid
aditishukla
afarmer
agirlwithaquestion
Aiyana
alenacasey
amana
Ananya Mishra
angelatheresaegicwrites
anjanasen
annej
annwjwhite
anomalousresult
Anshu Sikchi
Anwar Suleman
claycrane
cristywatson
davidhennessy
Sue Storts
supertina19
tammibelko
tbaby606
thesassycrayon
tonet
toshia19
Tracey Saloman
treal1971
tsgannon
VidhiAshar
vschurman
Wendie Donabie
zann
Davita Joie
dawnkendall
denisehill
Diana Kristine
inger
Ingrid
Jana O’Dell
janeausten
Janette
JC the poet
jennifervera
jillh1980
jilowill
jmackenzie
Jo
joanne.mclain
JohnnyG
JoyceB
jsweeder
jvstanley
JWALKthe15th
karen
ManuDrama
mariamalimohammed
Maritza
mary
maryeugenep-flores
McCarter
melissalongo
mikewilson
naidanepascuasupnet
Nancoise
Nancy Ann
Nishant Jain
Noodle
Nykki
ofuma
onewithebony
pgerber
please9
poetrylover8204
psarvasy
purpleKoala
Qundeel Aymen
rainiezenith
rainmaker
Raven
redstar
revoltpoet
rheakumar11
rootedphoenix
Sarah Neal
SarahW
SashaS
ScottCoe
seawitch
selflovemagic
Selina Lin
seventhsolstise
sharonedge
sheilas
Shloka Shankar
shruti2581
SilverQuiver
SJHAWLEY
Skay
smileyone
solapeadeyemi
Stef

Poem #13 (an afterthought)

Dream
i dreamed about you again
but this time you were a cloud
i admired for hours
fixed so solidly in the clear blue sky
you looked like a cotton ball
at first and i thought of all the ways
i’d hold you
between my fingers
stuffed into my ears
wrapped in plastic between my legs
i thought if i spun you
and turned you into thread
that i could wear you draped around my shoulders
tucked into my jeans
and you could be my favorite t-shirt
but i didn’t want to change you’so there i stood
feet glued to the ground
eyes fixed on your perfect irregular form
against a perfect blue sky
and i realized it didn’t matter
what package you came in
i’d still love you anyway

Announcing the Finishers of The 24 Hour Poetry Marathon!

Dear Poets,

The following poets set the goal of writing one poem per hour for twenty four hours – and they succeeded! That is a wonderful, difficult, and rewarding achievement. Congratulations on achieving something few poets ever will.

Note, this list might have some errors. If you should be on the list and are NOT on the list, then please let me know. We will be announcing the finishers of the half-marathon soon. For now, let’s give the 24 hour marathoners a moment of recognition.

– Jacob Jans

PS: Please consider commenting on these poet’s poems. Also, keep in mind that this list is not in any particular order.

Danielle Wong
Valkyrie Kerry
Bhasha Dwivedi
Santosha
Sandra J
royalpurple
mhickok
Katelyn Dunne
autumnsonlyone
tammy
lepetitpoetry
Laurie McKay
waldomaui
Tracy Plath
aisha154
ohaliiceblack
joaquincapehart88
David Bruce Patterson
Angie Mountain
jessicabrynar
voldecurt
wormy76
efellows
yibbet
rarzackolaegbe
sunandashome
deko111
novamarie
erinemerick45
s-rupshamitra
Baker
kushesaggi
Ropa
jdgbp
Sam Azule
jondelb
bethf1128
mandykocsis
jabberwhacky
Hardika Sharma
Cindy Albers
Anne McMaster
MelNeet
Angel Rosen
Boheme Bia
earth2joy
Sara Plath
Roy Mark Azanza Corrales
willjxn
ajanta
Martin Rodriguez Torrez
bluemuse
gemlin
Amrutha B Nair
S.Elizabeth
garethroi
SarahJ
torrimbrown
dextajean
Mark Lucker
ramonaelke
77poetess
Vijaya Gowrisankar
oatman
sage moondancer
shirl
janiceraquelamendonca
June Gromis
elsalovesbooks
megsat
Deborah Dalton
Aaron Conklin
Deanna Ngai
Nicole Harlow
varenyas
Donna
Saki
ccwrites
Tessa Mountain
sjduncan
Cynthia Hernandez
meredithmcguire
janis
rosemars
AndaM
Renee A. Perkins
dscoremans
linst
mavschick41
Susmita
Reena Doss
Ian Barkley
jgershon1213
I.B.Y (Ibtihal)
Crystal Davis
sandraj631968
LuvMiFreely
jrturek
maypoet
dolcevita
Ivan Bekaren
barzeusmolen
Siobhan
chepchumba
Rileyj9104
gmazul
ladymae
inkspiller
nadinefrisk
Kendra Reynolds
dr-vishnuunnithan
Sandy Lender
jess
William Aswell
Prachi
rmervin
darialebedeva
margpeg73
yamalady
markpoet
Jodi Varnese
katmcg
thebootlegbodhisattva
drdino123
philosophymom
highpriest333
lynny9164
Roxann Harvey-Lawrence
tobett
clairek
jlnash

Mr. Fix It (Hour Twenty Four, A Tanka)

Mr. Fix It

 

If it’s broken, he’ll

repair it, make it better

than brand new. He’ll

put the pieces back together,

unless you’re what fell apart.

 

(A tanka is a five line poem with the syllable count 5/7/5/7/7.)

Hips Don’t Lie But Your Eyes Do (Hour Twenty Three, A Hall of Mirrors Hay(na)ku)

Hips Don’t Lie But Your Eyes Do

I saw the

flickering flame

of

desire

burning brightly

in your eyes,

heard your heartbeat

pick up

the

pace

every time

she walked by.

You once looked

at me

that

way,

with stars

in your eyes.

Time has taken

its toll

upon

my

broken body,

but I’m still

the same inside.

Let love

reignite

ashes

of passion,

long since dead.

(A hay(na)ku is a three line poem where the only rule is that the first line is made up of one word, the second line of two words, and the third line of three words. A reverse hay(na)ku is a three line poem composed in the opposite manner, so line one would be three words, line two is two words, and line three would be just one word. During the 2019 Poetry Marathon, I combined these two styles to create what I called the “mirror hay(na)ku”. This time, I have taken things a step further with the “Hall of Mirrors Hay(na)ku”, which is composed of five separate mirror hay(na)ku stanzas.)

Keep Going, Granny (Hour Twenty Two, An ABC Poem)

Keep Going, Granny

Lightning flashed and thunder cracked as the skies split open up above us, leaving our last line of defense (the weathered windshield wipers) rendered useless against the raging of the rain.

My sister sat in the shotgun seat beside me, believing the back seat by far the safest space for my gorgeous granddaughter, the six-year-old sweetheart, while we drove on down the highway in a hurry to get home.

“Next exit, I’ll pull over and find a service station or someplace safe where we can wait out these stupid storms unless….you can see to drive and wanna tempt fate and take the wheel?” I practically pleaded with her.

Opening her eyes wider in incredulity, she refocused her attention on the world outside the windshield, where blackened asphalt blended with the darkness of the skies, growing ever deeper.

Without one ounce of hesitation, completely confident as only a child could be, came the tiny voice from the back seat, saying, “Don’t pull over, Granny, just keep on going — I can still see.”

 

(An ABC poem is made up of a single stanza of five lines and can cover any subject. The first letter of each of the first four lines follows alphabetical order – you can start with any letter you like. The first letter of the fifth and final line can begin with any letter.)

Mixed Signals (Hour Twenty One, A Nonet)

 

Mixed Signals

 

We wander this world with phones in hand

forever looking down, getting

lost inside the screen, afraid

to miss one message, we

never lift our eyes

to drink in the

scenery

drawn for

us.

 

 

(A nonet is composed of nine lines, where the first line has 9 syllables, the second line has 8 syllables, and so forth until the final line is only one syllable, so the poem appears to be slowly vanishing.)

Sentenced (Hour Twenty, A Tricube)

SeNtEnCeD

 

black and blue

bloody nose

busted lip

 

broken arm

concussion

two less teeth

 

that’s the price

she had paid

to be free

 

(A tricube is a poem made up of three stanzas. Each stanza has three lines, and each line has three syllables.)