The Poetry Marathon

Hour One – The Water Calls

They say that drowning is a peaceful way to die
Once you stop fighting the desire to breathe
Every problem you have ever had seems to fade away
As you slowly fall asleep
I’ve always felt an attachment to the water
Felt the desire to see what happens
When you stay under one second too long
Wanted to feel the peace as the last bit of life is gone
I knew someone once who wondered the same thing
She died a few years back from the wonderment
I can hear the water calling my name
As I take a deep breath
before I dive deeper into the water

First Rain

First Rain
silken lashes falling on her golden face
runs down the slender neck forming rivulets
drenched slowly
in season’s first rain
almost smug
jagged memories of holding wet palms
lost lover warms the heart
as droplets fall to the ground into puddles
her pretty legs splashing the water
the remnants of rain drops
dissolves in the everlasting moods

Hour 1

@varenyas

First hour: It’s Raining Love

Life is passing me by; tis like the dusty streets
Oft times, I feel only thunderstorms are for me

And then like nascent flower buds,
Like daybreak from clutches of the night,
Gushes love in to my life

Like a hearty full-bodied rain,
Drenches me in its embrace
The dusty streets revamped; a giant looking-glass
Pitter-patter, plop – plop, their mesmerising drone
They play out a melody; to the rainsong,
My love-drenched heart plays a giddy tattoo

The rain swathes me in her arms,
Creating merry whirlpools of desire in my breast
My feet; the muddy puddles creating magical waves
O! The wellspring of desire becomes me
Drench me entirely, temptress rain, O I am in love…

Peace is on the other side (Hour 1)

You are already drowning

the waves of life push and toss you

your body is tired of the burden

 

“stay afloat” you hear people say

the promised help isn’t forthcoming

maybe the hope you need lies on the other side of life

maybe the mouth of this river is the door you must enter

 

“one, two, three”, you count

“does a countdown end at two or three?”

no one is here to tell you

 

you close your eyes and let the wind whisper peace

The sky mirrors your emotions

it starts with a drizzle

you walk forward listening to the riverbank’s call

its soothing voice quiets the other voices

 

the water kisses your toe

is there a better sign?

it kisses one more time, this time it lingers

its touch quenches the fire burning in you

the voices in your head rise to agree with the water

 

with arms stretched wide

eyes closed

crying with the sky

feeling all the hurt washed away

you walk forward

 

the river opens its graceful mouth,

swallowing

giving you peace

 

Freudian Dreams

Underwater dreams with Freudian themes—
threatening survival;

Stolen from ancient texts on subconscious theory
Underwater dreams with Freudian themes—

Remnants from
the known occasional visitor—

Once again;
Mother themes—

 reclining
on the therapy couch

to analyze and make sense
of the nonsensical;

Underwater dreams with Freudian themes.

Rain Dance

A downpour washes over me
announcing change.
I tilt my face up
to the pelting rain
opening my mouth
to receive its wisdom.

Washed-off sorrows form
as puddles at my feet.

In them I see a reflection
of the full moon rising
and I turn toward home,

splashing gently as I go.

 

 

 

Physics exam

I am so not ready for my physics exam

Oh how to escape this exam room, o wish I had a plan

I anxiously wait as they hand out the paper

My palm’s are sweating, I feel trapped in my blazer

 

My heart races as the paper lands infront of me

I open the first page and am happy with what I see!

But as I work on, I feel my heart drop

The short lived relief I felt comes to a stop

 

The question infrontvof me tests content I’ve never seen in my life

Why do teachers think we young children can handle such strife

And now fear has made my mind go blank and freeze

I want to laugh at the fact that I thought this paper was a breeze

 

The rest of the questions are just as horrifically bad

I give up so fast, it’s actually quite sad

I pretend to work for the rest if the time

Acting like I’m acing it and everything is fine

 

Maybe in an alternate universe that would be the case

But right now I have to prepare myself for the unfortunate mark I’m going to face

Hose

First Prompt: Write a poem about being in water. It can be about swimming, the shower, a bath, the rain, etc.

Hose

~willjxn~

Raise a hose upon the land.

Lift it up with waters grand.

Mountain waters stored for me,

to rejuvenate each tree.

 

Raise a hose upon each child,

lift it up with waters mild.

Sparling spring in hand made wild.

Summer’s sun with yard hose bridled.

 

Raise a hose upon my conscience,

lift it up with fluid pliants.

Liquid wand of life reliant,

freshly wake my wit compliant.

 

 

 

 

Ascending

Blanket me in dark skies dotted with stars

Where I end, and it begins,

Where I am one continuous cycle

Not something, and not nothing

Not floating, and not sinking

Ascending

How you remind me

Never made it as a grandson.

I couldn’t cut it as a boyfriend healing.

Tired of living like a half man.

I’m sick of trying to be someone else’s conception of appealing.

 

But when you step into the light, it

puts everything into perspective.

 

It’s not like you & the dark were well-acquainted.

Tomorrow, the planet could tilt off its axis & fall into oblivion

but the one thing that will never waver is my love for you,

shining brightly like the most reflective obsidian.

 

I don’t need anything else from you

aside from some piece of mind,

just for you to be who you are:

loving, gentle, selfless and kind.

 

That’s how you remind me

of what I could truly become.

We won’t win them all but

we can still win some.