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

Be and I shall be by Dina Koumatse

Posted by Poetry Potion on Friday, February 24, 2012 In : The Romantics Week 

I shall be a star 
above on high
to guide your wondering spirit
in the endless sky.

You shall be my eternal half
my eonian soul mate
of my moonless nights.

I shall be a star 
above on high
and you, the rising tide
that pools deeply inside.


© Dina Koumatse

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Day 4 Writing Prompt

Posted by Poetry Potion on Friday, February 24, 2012 In : The Romantics Week 

"lonely night-time meditations / please me more when I am there"

(The Song of Exile by Antonio Goncalves Dias)

the full poem is below...

DEADLINE: 11:59M, 23 Feb


The Song Of Exile
by Antonio Goncalves Dias

My homeland has many palm-trees
and the thrush-song fills its air;
no bird here can sing as well
as the birds sing over there.

We have fields more full of flowers
and a starrier sky above,
we have woods more full of life
and a life more full of love.

Lonely night-time meditations
please me more when I am ...

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Day 3 Writing Prompt

Posted by Poetry Potion on Wednesday, February 22, 2012 In : The Romantics Week 

"I shall be a star above on high"
(I'll be a Tree by Sando Petofi)

the full poem is below...

DEADLINE: 11:59M, 23 Feb

   I'll be a Tree
   by Sandor Petofi

   I'll be a tree, if you are its flower,
   Or a flower, if you are the dew-
   I'll be the dew, if you are the sunbeam,
   Only to be united with you.

   My lovely girl, if you are the Heaven,
   I shall be a star above on high; 
   My darling, if you are hell-fire,
   To unite us, damned I shall die
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the guide by zamantungwa

Posted by Poetry Potion on Wednesday, February 22, 2012 In : The Romantics Week 

she walked ahead
breaking the darkness
leaving a shimmering trail
her golden footprints
meandering steadily around and over
scattered pieces of broken hope

when she was out of sight
a melody snaked around the trees
through the branches leaving
a silvery speckled trail to reach
the lost ears and guide them to her
all spirits would find their way home

when we awoke she was nowhere
not even a sound left to trace
but a fading memory like a dream
and we were safe

© zamantungwa

Day 2 | The Romantics
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The Swan by Brigitte Poirson

Posted by Poetry Potion on Wednesday, February 22, 2012 In : The Romantics Week 

The Swan died in the cold alone.
He did not cry, he did not moan.
No one was there to help, or to postpone
The fatal day when he died all alone.

Humans die daily, cold and alone,
Wishing they could send instead their clone
To the fatal time when they die all alone.
Unnoticed they turn into hard stone;
Their dust into void is blown;
They vanish into thin air unknown,
In worthless deaths Heaven and Earth condone

R.I.P. : Remembered In Poetry.

© Brigitte Poirson

Day 1 | The Romantics Week
word prompt from A...
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