The Poetry Marathon

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Hour – 22

Where there is no friend
only This earth, this sky,
and there are the sights
Where The path is difficult,
There are thorns in the aisles,
The steps are bare
there are cracks on the feet
There is no tenderness, no softness,
There is a dilemma at every step,
No one talks about summers
neither about the springs or rains,
If so, just smoldering embers Were alone,
So alone,
that Even if you find a partner,
You prefer to walk alone
to reach that destination,
When you get engaged
Even in the fall,
there is the hope for springs
Hope to move forward with courage
Why not as high as the walls
No matter what is written in fate,
I will change that at any rate,
Whatever wasn’t written,
there’s nothing hard work cant create
You dont need anybody,
Till you are with you
Walking all the way
Achieving everything meant for you.

 

 

Aditi Dixit

Hour21

Quo vadis?

Selfish people going nowhere,
sheep guided in a certain direction,
ships sinking, people dying because of war-
this is the sad portrait of a sick society!

Umbrella

Hour – 21
Love is a tender feeling
It falls like falling drops,
very light on my mind,
the bubbles formed in the water
come in my like a fantasy
then go away just like the clouds of monsoon get wet and yearn for now,
I don’t like it Staying close by,
reducing the irritation of the eyes,
the greenery of the leaves is just
Just when this soothing drizzle
Turns into a heavy fall
Your arms will turn my umbrella
If Only your face can be seen,
I will discern that I have found ecstasy,
I drink patient-like water sips,
I might become lifeless in this separation,
They say that you will not come
the time has stopped you,
But I believe have sent rain.

Aditi Dixit

Patience

Hour – 19

You will win with patience
Be neither afraid of the dark nor of the night,

The morning will surely come

Morning will come
But don’t you get tired of your life
don’t lose your courage
the enthusiasm to fight against odd situations then you will win with patience
sorrow is anguish,
sympathizers all just have unwavering faith
we together believe in patience
Do not violate freedom by tying a chain
You will also get a breath of peace
Time will also be good,
happiness will also come pat
Everything will happen with patience

Aditi Dixit

 

The woman with the top hat

The woman with the top-hat
Is a magician
Not the rabbit, ooh, kind

But one who holds up
Ten different acts in the air,
And completes all of them!

I don’t want to be like her anymore (too tiring)
But I admire her so much.

Hers – a fascinating balancing act
Of measured tread and proportions
Just right for her.

The lady with the top hat is a magician indeed!

Smeetha, responding to prompt 20.

Never again

That’s what we said to ourselves on that day.

We would not let the universe get so close to the

brink if we could help it. & we have

thus far

 

whether that keeps, though, remains to be seen.

HOPE /prompt 24/8am

Hope is that which gives us strength
To make it through the hardest days
Never lose it, lest we refrain
From putting forth maximum gain
In every day there’s got to be
A place of faith and H-O-P-E

~Rebeli

to stardust you shall return

Stardust is what we are made of
and we shall return to that
I will not be tied to the earth
The wind will pick me up
Throw me out into the stratosphere
and I will slip between the spaces
in our magnetic shield
to become stardust

2022 Poem Twenty-Four

One More

 

One more trip to the bathroom.

One more poem.

One last hour.

One more drink.

One more hit of my vape.

One more distraction.

One more pet of my cat.

One more fresh squeezed idea.

One more pen.

One more round of encouragement.

One last panic.

One more pet of my other cat.

One more time to not be able to read my handwriting.

One more Spotify playlist.

One last blog post.

One more notebook page.

One more snack to get me through.

One more emptying of my ashtray.

One more pet of my roommate’s cat.

One more train of thought is gone.

One more procrastination.

One more thing to say.

One last time to hit the Publish button.

24 poems in 24 hours.

Sleep deprived, depraved, deneeded

Awake for over twenty-four hours
at work on a project
pulling an all-nighter
far easier when I was far younger

My clock got sluggish at three A.M.
and all I hear in my
head is Cat Stevens
singing ‘Morning has Broken…’

I need to add
‘… and there aint enough
Gorilla Glue in Minnesota to fix it.’

so while I wholeheartedly agree
with Mister Stevens
maybe I’ll just stay awake.

– Mark L. Lucker
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