Hello, hello, hello!
If you’ve just joined, welcome, and I hope you enjoy your stay. If you’ve been around, trust me, I recognize you with every like or comment, and I’m glad you’ve decided to stick around.
I’m happy to say, I’ve hit the big 800!
Upon hitting this goal, despite my light trickle of posts lately, I’ve decided to go and do it again! Another writing contest 🙂
Submit your poem, prose, or short story to be featured on this blog, and a copy of my book, The Four Stages of Poetry.
The rules are simple;
In order to be eligible for this contest, I ask that you comment to let me know you have decided to participate (This allows me to check and make sure your submission is not lost in spam, etc). Everyone is welcome, and encouraged to participate. You will then submit your piece to my contact page.
Your piece can consist of any topic or theme except;
You may submit up to two pieces.
Poems and prose may be any length (within moderation of course, I will not accept novel length poems).
Short stories must not exceed 1000 words.
Contest closes October 25th.
Winner will be announced October 31st. (Happy Halloween)
Thank you so much for 800 followers, I love and appreciate all of you. Happy writing!!
The time has come!
I would like to thank everyone who participated in this contest, and a huge congratulations to the winner…
With his poem, A Dream I Think I Once Had
Congratulations, your poem was incredible, and I absolutely adored it.
I’m sure everyone is dying to hear who the winners of my writing contest are. (Now closed).
I have received over 30 submissions, and they were all so incredible, the decision is not coming easy. Thank you to everyone who submitted, I loved all of your pieces.
The winner will be announced on April 25th.
The top three runner ups (in no particular order) are;
Thank you again for everyone who participated, and keep an eye out for the winner 🙂
Check out my book, The Four Stages of Poetry, available on amazon!
I’m sure everyone is dying to hear who the winners of my writing contest are. (Now closed).
I have received over 30 submissions, and they were all so incredible, the decision is not coming easy. Thank you to everyone who submitted, I loved all of your pieces.
The winner will be announced on April 25th.
The top five runner ups (in no particular order) are;
Thank you again for everyone who participated, and keep an eye out for the winner 🙂
Check out my book, The Four Stages of Poetry, available on amazon!
Hello, hello, hello!
If you’ve just joined, welcome, and I hope you enjoy your stay. If you’ve been around, trust me, I recognize you with every like or comment, and I’m glad you’ve decided to stick around.
I’m happy to say, I’ve reached 500 of you (insanity)
Upon reaching such a goal I never saw myself reaching, I’ve decided to hold a writing contest. Submit your poem, prose, or short story to be featured on this blog, an author copy of my book, The Four Stages of Poetry and a chance to co-write with me, if you desire to do so.
Rules;
In order to be eligible for this contest, you must like this post, and comment to let me know you have decided to participate (This allows me to check and make sure your submission is not lost in spam, etc). Everyone is welcome, and encouraged to participate. You will then submit your piece to my contact page.
Your piece can consist of any topic or theme except;
You may submit up to three pieces.
Poems and prose may be any length (within moderation of course, I will not accept novel length poems).
Short stories must not exceed 1000 words.
Contest closes April 20th.
Winner will be announced April 25th.
Thank you so much for 500 followers, and happy writing!!
We embrace the flow of our differences in even the smallest forms- with your hot cocoa cupped between frozen hands in the Minnesota cafe, and my iced coffee running cold sweat down its plastic body. Conversation is effortless, topics switching easily as a game-show host reading off a script, and the low chatter mutes when your laugh gives the winning answers. Despite the frigid air, my insides grow warm with the smile questioning what lottery we won to be able sit face-to-face on this coffee shop date. The snow outside the windows turns your brown eyes golden and I vow to show you what you’re really worth. As I grab your hand in mine, interlocking our fingers on the table, I promise no matter the fight, I’ll hold your hand through the battle. We reveal darkened pasts and light the path for this happiness to follow us into the future of you, me, coffee shop dates, and personal beverage preferences.
Check out my book, The Four Stages of Poetry, available on amazon!
The idea for this poem, came from Paul’s prompt.
This started as a short story I was going to write, and it turned into this poetic piece.
There is a river along the banks of beauty’s backroads. It never has to feel alone with the intimacy the banks bring it, offering their hands for the gentle strokes of the push-pull flow of the water. The wind nudges the shyness from its grasp, and the river makes friends with the fish, making homes in the darkest sections of the riverbed. A lonely fern stretches its skinny fingers for a chance to taste all that the stream provides, not quite reaching what it longs for. There is a river along the banks of beauty’s backroads. It mesmerizes everything within its view, unaware of the lonely fern among the trees, just out of reach. The stream, devoid of physical flaws, only inciting them in the ones it overlooks. On starry nights, the moon acts as a spotlight, illuminating the ridges in the gentle waves, furthering the tease on the poor, lonely fern, that yearns for the river’s embrace.
Thinking was never my greatest subject in school. It would travel off the task to darker places than what was assigned, but my friend became the teacher, and I’m confident I passed this exam. They told me they believe I’m addicted to the pain, afraid to get better, then asked me why I surround myself with the poetry and music. No beats are missed when I tell them my answer in three parts;
I. I read the poems in search for the comfort in knowing there are others with the same pains, struggles, and frustrations. That I am not alone in every thing I feel, think, and overthink. I love the realness every metaphor can hold.
II. I listen to the music for the same beautiful relationship between the lyrics and my life, carried along by the sounds they create.
III. I write not to be trapped by the pain, but to release it, turn it into something other than everything trapped in my brain, to keep me going until the next good day.
Marysa Writes 