About the Challenge

"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity" ~ William Wordsworth

A Poem A Day Challenge is a week-long (5 days) challenge that runs every third week of the month.

Participants receive writing prompts, daily, for which they write and submit a poem by 10 pm on the same day.

The best THREE (3) poems are selected and published the next morning.

TO PARTICIPATE: enter your email address here http://eepurl.com/eQCM6 and you will receive a daily prompt.

RULES OF THE CHALLENGE:

  • you have to sign up to receive the writing prompts
  • you have to write a new poem for the writing prompt and submitting by 10pm on the same day
  • you may not submit a poem you have already written before.

CHALLENGE PRIZE: From August we are offering a prize for the best overall poem. More info on the prize and how this is decided will follow.

QUARTERLY PRINT EDITION: Poems selected for the publication will be compiled for a quarterly print edition of A Poem A Day challenge. More info on this will follow.

submit here or here make sure to include the words:  APOEMADAY at the top of your submission


April: Freedom Week

When Common asks Assata Shakur 'what is freedom?' at the end of his tribute song, Song of Assata. Assata responds, "You're asking me about freedom? i know a whole lot more about what freedom isn't... coz i've never been free." She goes on to imagine what freedom could be.

It's Freedom Week in South Africa, that historical first vote for the oppressed Afrikan masses of South Africa happened eighteen years ago on 27 April. Now let's writer great poems, interrogate, question, image, dream about freedom.

peace

zamantungwa
editor, publisher

A Poem A Day Challenge, Every 3rd Week of the month

Poems

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Juxtapose by Taidgh Lynch

Posted by Poetry Potion on Friday, September 23, 2011, In : When peace was far away 
A missile roasts in the heat,
sits lodged on the flat roof 
of a house. Inside empty chairs 
surround a long family table. Upstairs 
the bedroom is quiet. A doll sleeps 
tucked up in bed, thick dust settles. 
Outside guns fire, rockets volley and 
puncture sky, leaving tails of smoke.

Somewhere else chestnuts roast in fire, 
crack and snap. Chairs are occupied 
with Grannies and Granddads that 
have lovely laps for sitting on. Upstairs 
a little child, tucked up in bed, dozes off, 
animated mother cont...
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In the absence of you by Morula wa Kutukgolo

Posted by Poetry Potion on Friday, September 23, 2011, In : When peace was far away 
In the absence of you,
Prince of peace:
I had no heaven to call home
No foundation to stand firm upon
No counselor to consult for free
No God to guide me
No father to call a friend.
In the absence of you,
Prince of peace:
I had no personal physician
No peace to experience
No treasure to share
No light to shine
No love to give
No life to live.

© Morula Wa Kutukgolo

Day 3 | 21 September 2011
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Sept Peace Week: Day 3 Writing Prompt

Posted by Poetry Potion on Friday, September 23, 2011, In : When peace was far away 
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Day 3 Writing Prompt

 21 September 2011
"When Peace was far away"
(from 'I many times thought Peace had come' by Emily Dickinson)
the full poem is below...
 
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submit your poems here
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DEADLINE: 10PM, 21 SEP




I many times thought peace had come by Emily Dickson
 
I many times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the se...

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