National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo 2017
#NaPoWriMo2017
Poems which took part in NaPoWriMo and GloPoWriMo 2017. National Poetry Writing Month takes place in April. Join us each year, and write a poem a day for the whole month (30 poems in 30 days). Congrats to those who completed NaPoWriMo 2017: Ahavati, Anarchitect, crimsin, DaisyGrace, David_Macleod, Earth_Child, FromTheAsh, Hepcat61, Jade-Pandora, JohnnyBlaze, Josh, LobodeSanPedro, MadameLavender, Magnetron, MaryWalker, mel44, PsycoticMastermind, RevolutionAL, SatansSperm, Viddax and whale.
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
11th Apr 2016 6:57pm
11th Apr 2016 6:57pm
Ambiguity Sucks Period (ACROSTIC) NaPoWriMo #11
Ambiguity is a premeditated
Murderer strangling clarity
Barehanded by the throat
Into a warped possibility that
Grows from shallow ground,
Unearthed mounds of mis-
Interpretation from a densely
Trodden system of hope until
Yielding a false prophet of truth.
Shouldn’t we at least position as
Understanding adults, hold no
Contempt for the past while
Knowing direct honesty would
Salvage an eternal friendship?
Perhaps acquaintances are not
Enough to satisfy the palpable
Reality of our...
Murderer strangling clarity
Barehanded by the throat
Into a warped possibility that
Grows from shallow ground,
Unearthed mounds of mis-
Interpretation from a densely
Trodden system of hope until
Yielding a false prophet of truth.
Shouldn’t we at least position as
Understanding adults, hold no
Contempt for the past while
Knowing direct honesty would
Salvage an eternal friendship?
Perhaps acquaintances are not
Enough to satisfy the palpable
Reality of our...
#NaPoWriMo2017
#NaPoWriMo2016
1307 reads
16 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Bumped 3rd Mar 2018 1:47am
1st Apr 2017 2:00am
1st Apr 2017 2:00am
A Blaze of Glory: Poetry Edition, NaPoWriMo '17
Someone who hadn't seen me recently
asked me if I was happy.
I've withdrawn from the public
to focus more on writing.
I didn't have to think,
that if I could spend
the rest of my life working part-time
to meet just the basic needs
e.g. - housing, utilities, etc.
I would be content living
the rest of my life
reading, writing, and doing
what we're doing now.
There's such a contentment
in following your dream.
...
asked me if I was happy.
I've withdrawn from the public
to focus more on writing.
I didn't have to think,
that if I could spend
the rest of my life working part-time
to meet just the basic needs
e.g. - housing, utilities, etc.
I would be content living
the rest of my life
reading, writing, and doing
what we're doing now.
There's such a contentment
in following your dream.
...
#NaPoWriMo2017
1312 reads
30 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
1st Apr 2017 8:28am
1st Apr 2017 8:28am
Vampir
To be most anywhere
The afternoon is warm
Swirling clouds of bees swarm
With balm of breezes' care
Before a summer storm
The trees lean into harm
Yet as for this my fate
The hush of breeze is naught
And I shall soon be caught
And stillness cold's berate
The strobe of gasping stark
From time of day grown dark
A darkness of myself
Within a crevice deep
Where heaven cannot reach
To wear the scent of you
Embedded in my sleep
And never lets me weep
Forbidden in this need ...
The afternoon is warm
Swirling clouds of bees swarm
With balm of breezes' care
Before a summer storm
The trees lean into harm
Yet as for this my fate
The hush of breeze is naught
And I shall soon be caught
And stillness cold's berate
The strobe of gasping stark
From time of day grown dark
A darkness of myself
Within a crevice deep
Where heaven cannot reach
To wear the scent of you
Embedded in my sleep
And never lets me weep
Forbidden in this need ...
#love
#vampires
#NaPoWriMo2017
#lust
#insomnia
1163 reads
16 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Apr 2017 6:19pm
1st Apr 2017 6:19pm
[ NaPoWriMo - 2017 Collection ] Millenniums without Doors
I. Ruminations
Perhaps it is befitting upon suffering
to return to our chosen conception,
rewind the poem to our humble beginning
the origin of our writhing birth.
The instance of gelatinous pod rupturing
its own ocean of submerged Life-form,
constricting to spill forth the contents
from the gestation of its sonar depths.
Into the fumbling gravity of sterility
flailing arms and...
Perhaps it is befitting upon suffering
to return to our chosen conception,
rewind the poem to our humble beginning
the origin of our writhing birth.
The instance of gelatinous pod rupturing
its own ocean of submerged Life-form,
constricting to spill forth the contents
from the gestation of its sonar depths.
Into the fumbling gravity of sterility
flailing arms and...
#NaPoWriMo2017
1763 reads
45 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2017 9:28am
2nd Apr 2017 9:28am
Bedazzle
Twas when he saw her flutter by
A shadow fresh from her cocoon
The spiral speak of butterfly
A flashing psychedelic swoon
And soon she would bedazzle him
By whisper'd soft her wing'ed love
Her silver trails in garden dim
'Neath canopy of limbs above
A-quake, a-quivered Romeo
To stalk his Monarch Juliet
Viceroy, Skipper, Crescentspot
Nor Marblewing to hold her yet
The common Nymph he calls her not
This Painted Lady, Chalk Hill Blue
...
A shadow fresh from her cocoon
The spiral speak of butterfly
A flashing psychedelic swoon
And soon she would bedazzle him
By whisper'd soft her wing'ed love
Her silver trails in garden dim
'Neath canopy of limbs above
A-quake, a-quivered Romeo
To stalk his Monarch Juliet
Viceroy, Skipper, Crescentspot
Nor Marblewing to hold her yet
The common Nymph he calls her not
This Painted Lady, Chalk Hill Blue
...
#love
#butterfly
#NaPoWriMo2017
#admiration
#romantic
1202 reads
17 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2017 1:58pm
2nd Apr 2017 1:58pm
Dawn
CYCLE I: EARTH
Let red sun split Your tethered cloud again,
Reclaim its berth from mountain lightnings’ flare.
Let storms pour forth the lives You raise from rain,
For day and night, are filled with You, aware.
Throughout the dark, she kept Your sacred light,
To sing Your lamentations and Your hymns,
For grief and love to You can both delight.
Your daughter’s songs, both night and day begin.
I wake to hear her voice, the vigil’s end,
For as I rise, her dreams and sleeping quest.
Through hardest...
Let red sun split Your tethered cloud again,
Reclaim its berth from mountain lightnings’ flare.
Let storms pour forth the lives You raise from rain,
For day and night, are filled with You, aware.
Throughout the dark, she kept Your sacred light,
To sing Your lamentations and Your hymns,
For grief and love to You can both delight.
Your daughter’s songs, both night and day begin.
I wake to hear her voice, the vigil’s end,
For as I rise, her dreams and sleeping quest.
Through hardest...
#love
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2017 #sonnet
#NaPoWriMo2017 #sonnet
802 reads
5 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2017 9:30am
3rd Apr 2017 9:30am
A Night of Lists
A tattered boa 'round a prostitute,
A record broken at a carousel.
The evening falls the way he has for her,
Has he a hope or half a chance I sing.
Modigliani hangs upon the walls,
For premier exhibition V.I.P.'s
While sipping champagne viewing gallery,
And nibbling bits of pâté on a stick.
Collecting all the drinks they left behind,
I watch a waiter pour them in a bowl,
To add sangria, ice and grenadine
And serve in Dixie Cups to us who wait.
I pass on mixing as I brows hors d'oeuvre
I pick up each to slowly...
A record broken at a carousel.
The evening falls the way he has for her,
Has he a hope or half a chance I sing.
Modigliani hangs upon the walls,
For premier exhibition V.I.P.'s
While sipping champagne viewing gallery,
And nibbling bits of pâté on a stick.
Collecting all the drinks they left behind,
I watch a waiter pour them in a bowl,
To add sangria, ice and grenadine
And serve in Dixie Cups to us who wait.
I pass on mixing as I brows hors d'oeuvre
I pick up each to slowly...
#funny
#NaPoWriMo2017
#PopCulture
967 reads
6 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2017 2:52pm
3rd Apr 2017 2:52pm
Mountain Spirit
CYCLE I: EARTH
I rise above You, sacred Valley spread,
With hard admire Your fertile open curves,
And waters rushing through Your canyon led,
Such are the field and the forest served.
Perfumes increase in heat throughout Your day,
And with the night, they swirl my head in mists.
Your beauty holds, I would not look away,
Your love display that bends my will’s resist.
With thunder and with storm my rush is sent,
To add Your rushing river’s swollen flow.
Through hardest squalls, our floods do not...
I rise above You, sacred Valley spread,
With hard admire Your fertile open curves,
And waters rushing through Your canyon led,
Such are the field and the forest served.
Perfumes increase in heat throughout Your day,
And with the night, they swirl my head in mists.
Your beauty holds, I would not look away,
Your love display that bends my will’s resist.
With thunder and with storm my rush is sent,
To add Your rushing river’s swollen flow.
Through hardest squalls, our floods do not...
#mountains
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet #erotic
#sonnet #erotic
862 reads
6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
4th Apr 2017 9:13am
4th Apr 2017 9:13am
Revival
Dear Brothers & Sisters, please hear me.
I know in this world of today
Confusion abounds in one's journey;
There's no peace of mind anyway.
So tell me, please, my fellow sinners
As I stand here before you right now
On top of my '58 Chevy,
Is there anything better I vow?
Hell no! I mean, friends, look no further.
The future of faith is upon us
To take you to your destination,
And it's made in the U.S. of A.!
...
I know in this world of today
Confusion abounds in one's journey;
There's no peace of mind anyway.
So tell me, please, my fellow sinners
As I stand here before you right now
On top of my '58 Chevy,
Is there anything better I vow?
Hell no! I mean, friends, look no further.
The future of faith is upon us
To take you to your destination,
And it's made in the U.S. of A.!
...
#America
#cars
#satirical
#NaPoWriMo2017
#consumerism
933 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
4th Apr 2017 3:27pm
4th Apr 2017 3:27pm
Love is a Verb
I've been growing a tiny
cutting since last autumn;
She moved into a pot
from a windowsill glass
that was once a cup
before tasting her first
drops of summer rain.
By late spring she'll be ready
for moist soil; by summer
she will have survived
harsh winter elements;
by early autumn she'll
birth a new cutting.
She will grow to a mighty
flower from a little cup
not because I'm a gardener
or have a green thumb
But because I Loved her.
~
cutting since last autumn;
She moved into a pot
from a windowsill glass
that was once a cup
before tasting her first
drops of summer rain.
By late spring she'll be ready
for moist soil; by summer
she will have survived
harsh winter elements;
by early autumn she'll
birth a new cutting.
She will grow to a mighty
flower from a little cup
not because I'm a gardener
or have a green thumb
But because I Loved her.
~
#NaPoWriMo2017
1978 reads
42 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
4th Apr 2017 10:45pm
4th Apr 2017 10:45pm
Valley
CYCLE I: EARTH
From heart in valley’s vales does Goddess give
New life to all that’s known through earth and time.
Graced with Her sacred flows to all that live
The quench of parch and sweat from struggles’ clime.
Her palace gained in spreads of futile fields,
Her throne room floor is banked in river's run.
Though force insist, its conquest will soon yield,
Can few resist Her wrest of wills begun.
High mountain storms may come with thunder’s rage
With flash in dark illumine valley’s still.
And torrents rush to spill Her...
From heart in valley’s vales does Goddess give
New life to all that’s known through earth and time.
Graced with Her sacred flows to all that live
The quench of parch and sweat from struggles’ clime.
Her palace gained in spreads of futile fields,
Her throne room floor is banked in river's run.
Though force insist, its conquest will soon yield,
Can few resist Her wrest of wills begun.
High mountain storms may come with thunder’s rage
With flash in dark illumine valley’s still.
And torrents rush to spill Her...
#erotic
#river
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
854 reads
4 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
5th Apr 2017 10:22am
5th Apr 2017 10:22am
The Eloquence of Rage
The eloquence of rage can take a life
While never setting out to actu'lly,
A build-up of emotion sets the kind,
Let jilted love be warned before too late.
Intentional comes later as a rule
When seeking out revenge is but a thought.
A follow-up for method is a must,
And weapon's choice is next on list of plans.
There's poison sweet in food, liqueur, cold bisque,
Or sharpened blade of rapier unsheathed.
There's also jimmied car breaks with less risk,
Or hired gun, the undercover kind.
But when your actions stem from...
While never setting out to actu'lly,
A build-up of emotion sets the kind,
Let jilted love be warned before too late.
Intentional comes later as a rule
When seeking out revenge is but a thought.
A follow-up for method is a must,
And weapon's choice is next on list of plans.
There's poison sweet in food, liqueur, cold bisque,
Or sharpened blade of rapier unsheathed.
There's also jimmied car breaks with less risk,
Or hired gun, the undercover kind.
But when your actions stem from...
#love
#murder
#satirical #NaPoWriMo2017
#satirical #NaPoWriMo2017
796 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo 2017
#NaPoWriMo2017 is curated by Ahavati (Tams).
