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

Her Smile by Juliejacqui

Posted by Poetry Potion on Saturday, August 13, 2011 In : history/herstory 

A smile from east to west,
Concealing the pain inside,
Too young, yet too old,
Experience! The best teacher

A life that’s painful at best,
Explains the pain inside,
A face seeming too old,
Betrayed by permanent wrinkles

Too soon without notice,
Perhaps it’d have her warned,
Of hurdles along the path,
The girl, daughter and mother

She has to smile her best,
Despite the screams inside,
To stay strong and sound,
For the one who calls her mother

Portrait of the African woman,
Has a lot to tell and hide,
If pic...

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The Walk by Moses Mtileni

Posted by Poetry Potion on Saturday, August 13, 2011 In : history/herstory 
Like all of us
Through birth to death
They came, wrote and left
Through deed, text, voice, choice
But time
Being the traveler that it is
Might, just might
Erase the letters scribbled
Distort the meaning
Canonise the authors
Or worse, curse them
For history
Being the storyteller that it is
Is confined in depth and reach and truth
By the colour and the age of the ink
And the source and destination
Of the page


© Moses Mtileni

day 7 | 14 June 2011

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POSSE SHAMELESS: Chasing my being by Jazz Africa

Posted by Poetry Potion on Saturday, August 13, 2011 In : history/herstory 

Raw meandering, turning, twisting and spinning movements of mountains
Up and down the slopes, peak on peak.
Rude, sharp turns covered in uncooked wild grasses of the slopes.
Li-tšetšenki, mekholitsoane (lizards) and goats reaching heights unregistered
Abound yet, sparingly, with fact….no tact
Yet with pride, proving naturally grown wealth
Clinging and rising for sunshine on eroded dongas
Wallowing, weeping shapes and figures

Eroded pieces of land left bare
Like a sobering orphan abandoned
At a trai...

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My Angst by Reitumetse Johnson

Posted by Poetry Potion on Saturday, August 13, 2011 In : TGIF 

My angst, 
bellowing of my heart, 
starry thoughts, 
music in my feet,
lovers kiss, 
and limber thigh 
ready for breach 
on a moon-full Friday

I do not know why
But thank God is Friday

© Reitumetse Johnson


 day 6 | 13 June 2011

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Stunned and Silent by Esther van der Vyver

Posted by Poetry Potion on Saturday, August 13, 2011 In : TGIF 

Stunned and silent

The week flows by and over me
And children and rain engulf me.

But Friday holds out its yellow light
A slight eddy, a slight lull
And saves me with its warmth.

© Esther van der Vyver

day 6 | 13 June 2011

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