The flower

Walk around the garden

The garden watch woman

She say ‘dont touch the flower

Plants is my lover

I am the flower

Catch me in the cover

Take me like a rose

You smell in your nose

Morning routine

Quiet home

Early wake

Few min jogging

Then a short break in cafe

Take a shower

Eat break fast

Check social media

This is my morning routine…

Greetings fellow Marathoners!

Hello,

My name is Eilidh (pronounced Airlie to rhyme with fairly, rarely and rarely).

I live in Western Australia so for me the marathon starts at 9pm.

I have been writing poetry since I was about 8. I realise that I have been alive in 9 different decades so I have a bit to say. I don’t write in one style, although these days I prefer haiku and despite my note about pronouncing my name I am not a great fan of rhyme – unless I am writing a sonnet. I do like alliteration though.

I shall prepare for the Marathon by having a new notebook and a filled fountain pen on my desk because I am old fashioned in this sense at least.

I shall also prepare by having a snooze before the marathon starts. At 73 years I am not sure I can do 24 hours, although it is only ten years since I pulled one of my frequent all-nighters in order to get a paper or lecture written, so here is hope.

Solo

I am going so low,

Si I am going solo.

I won’t allow,

BUt,I wanna lay low.

I am standing in the crowd,

And everyone more around,

Then I standing solo,

Dont’t wanna go low…

My Second Full Marathon!

How exciting to be “running” another marathon for the second year in a row. It’s Friday night and I’m heading to bed to get some much needed sleep. I’m so nervous about tomorrow’s early start! Terrified that I won’t make the full 24 hours 😵‍💫🥱😴😴 But I’m persevering pen in hand, brand new notebook ready (I’m old fashioned) the rhyming machine and thesaurus tabs up on my Chrome and so much pent up emotions and feelings that will eventually find their way into a poem or two or ten or 24! Good luck everyone! Happy writing ✍️

Million pieces of heart

My heart is broken into million peices,

I lost my happiness,

My soul is frozen,

Now the broken peices are invisible,

I hope one day i could find the lost happiness,

The stars stop shinning.

Until i leave the door open,

Heart broken into million peices when i start building castle in the air…

Introduction

Greetings my fellow poets! My name is Jessica Gershon and this is my fifth year participating in The Poetry Marathon. The poetry marathon holds a special place in my heart. Poetry is therapy. Hugs make you live longer. I work in mental health but I am in love with nature, gardening, music, and art. Love makes the dream come true!

Forest

Living in the forest

It is so hottest

People can cut the trees

Then how should we live free

Come on rain

Come to forest

Then make me coldest…

Aloha Marathon Poets!

Okay! It’s 7:45pm here on Maui. I have done all I can to prepare.  Now, to sleep, and wake up at 2:30 to start at 3:00. See you all in there!

Alll my best to all of you!

Me ke aloha nui loa 🌺

Elizabeth

The pain – Fate

Fate: Ate me,

Dreams invisible,

Wish impossible,

Lie available,

Rules tons and tons,

Boy Shit,

Alone uhh….

Everyday I waste litres of water-Tears