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

the gilded aviary by zamantungwa

Posted by Poetry Potion on Tuesday, April 24, 2012 In : Freedom Week 

downstairs,
in a locked room,
in the middle of the floor
sits a gilded aviary.

its two guests,
perched on extreme ends 
of the bar, chirp a song
no one understands.

then they take off,
in flight, the feathers flap
and fall off. crashing, they miss 
everything but each other.


they dance. in the flurry,
the gilding starts to rip off
exposing the rust. in the birds,
exhausted, fall to their death.


© zamantungwa

Day 1 | April, Freedom Week

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A perfect pataphor by Lerato Themba Kuzwayo

Posted by Poetry Potion on Tuesday, April 24, 2012 In : Freedom Week 

A perfect pataphor for a metaphor
A mansion on mention in three dimensions
Housing void dark mists amidst broken amethyst
Pacifier pacified by passive pacifists
Broken Fists unclenched sacred fruits of black lynched
Grand ol’ Billie could maintain the pain for a day
Ever hungered for her own Holiday
A perfect pataphor for Metaphor
Scattered bombs on sacred bonds
Seek to drink your mind out a secret pond
Soak your pores in spoken force
Broken Clauses, breath draws slow falls
Rebels, jumping meditating j...
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Day 1 Writing Prompt

Posted by Poetry Potion on Monday, April 23, 2012 In : Freedom Week 


"Caged birds accept each other but fight is what they long for"

(Camino Real, Tennessee Williams)



about the challenge > www.poetrypotion.com/a-poem-a-day-challenge


submit your poems > www.poetrypotion.com/a-poem-a-day-challenge-submissions



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Day 5 Writing Prompt

Posted by Poetry Potion on Friday, March 23, 2012 In : March APADc 

"An old man by the fire will dream of all"

(An Old Man Dreams, Anonymous)


focus on rhyme, alliteration, assonace and consonance. and use it in your own submissions


the full poem is below...

 

about the challenge > www.poetrypotion.com/a-poem-a-day-challenge

 

submit your poems > www.poetrypotion.com/a-poem-a-day-challenge-submissions

 

DEADLINE: 11:59M, 23 March


An Old Man Dreams

by Anonymous 

 

An old man by the fire will dream of all

The little things he did when he was young

He will rem...


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politicians by Bandung Poet

Posted by Poetry Potion on Friday, March 23, 2012 In : March APADc 

Talk the talk,

Walk the walk.

Fleshy suits;

Big speedy vehicles

Like get away cares;

Facade smile

Hiding cranky crooks

Tong tied by their own lies

Eyes run like deceitful spy.


Respectful in public (politics)

Baring bags:

Bags full of empty promises

Dirty roaches greedy for gold

Exploit the weak so they dig it

Then step on the ground proud

No wonder they inhabit holes;

When such depravity is found.



© Bandung Poet Mau Mau


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