24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
This has been fun I’ll just have to return to read more of my fellow marathoners work. I plan to read and comment throughout the lifetime of the post’s because I want to read all and comment on most. I thank those for their words of encouragement. I appreciate the reads and hope the best for youse and your works. So this is my upfront and personal thank you. Good luck to all the future marathoners and kudos to all whether you made it through or not.
Fickle fiend– vexed by
the push and pull,
your talons clutch my chest,
grasp my heart between beats,
and choke the life out of me.
Why do you long for me?
I want to let you go.
Could you berate me with anything but your love?
Just hate me.
Say your last goodbye and mean it.
I don’t need you to save me.
I just need you to believe I am enough on my own.
Just let me go.
Text Prompt
Write a poem about a world that is not this one.
Image Prompt
Photo by Daria Nepriakhina
Remember that time you were a Beard and and you wanted him to actually be into you? Like actually factually, really into you as more than Just Friends? Turns out you were just a closeted trans dude whose kinda sorta mostly a guy but of course you had no idea that that was the case. You only knew that he should fall for you and it would have worked because his family really liked you and you’d become related to your best friend. You wouldn’t put the pieces together for another 10 years.
It wouldn’t have worked out in the end though. Turns out he’s an elitist Theatre Gay Stuck in Community Theater.
The Englishmen would always mistake Gurasa for pizza.
In a train station in Sarkin pawa
Darkness strikes and covers
The roads, all the vehicles on
The road parked beside the highway
To watch the apocalypse finish.
My sister, body of English for accent
Finally opens her mouth to cravings.
In the meantime, Sarkin pawa had
Not seen power for over six months,
All the people with freezers have grown
To never need useless things, all the
Restaurants with ovens have closed to
Respect my country’s low standards.
My sister orders a pizza on her phone,
Minutes later she cannot connect to her
Internet to confirm purchase, we sit in
Despair, she sits in regrets, a sales boy
With gurasa passes our car, I purchase
Gurasa for all of us, the train station
Might never open again, my sister would
Only crave in silence, till her English
Is enough to call pizza with a new name—gurasa.
Coral and weed spread,
Choking the sinner’s resolve.
Rachnoc shades the wall.
Slowed by sea’s template,
He clambers stair after stair,
Tentacles surround.
Apex light roars, shoves,
Fugitive arrived alone,
Blade quiets the ex.
Falls in light contrast,
Rock’s womb shatters spinal cord,
Spews him to the sea.
A house on the road,
calls my name,
whenever I stop,
it calls me again,
shows me the past,
promises me future,
calls me again,
never to let me go,
illusion I thought,
delusion I feel,
not sure what is real,
or what has been stole,
my memories are gone,
everything is unknown,
my loved ones think I am gone,
but I am lurking alone.