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
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
1223 reads
16 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
26th Mar 2017 10:34pm
26th Mar 2017 10:34pm
[ NaPo 2017 ] Storm Chaser, Retired
As fascinating as tornadoes are
I no longer have anything to gain
in chasing you down and placing
myself in the path of destruction
This rainy day woman has long
saved up for the quietude afforded
within a cone of silence
far removed from your
out of control dervish whirlings
now predictably manifesting in
twenty-four/seven increments
of such inclement weather
forecasted in vane
She has arrived at an
apex of understanding;
those calms before the ...
I no longer have anything to gain
in chasing you down and placing
myself in the path of destruction
This rainy day woman has long
saved up for the quietude afforded
within a cone of silence
far removed from your
out of control dervish whirlings
now predictably manifesting in
twenty-four/seven increments
of such inclement weather
forecasted in vane
She has arrived at an
apex of understanding;
those calms before the ...
#storm
#NaPoWriMo2017
#frustration
695 reads
3 Comments
Ahavati
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
1222 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
#lust
#vampires
#NaPoWriMo2017
#insomnia
1068 reads
16 Comments
Ahavati
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
1631 reads
45 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
1st Apr 2017 6:41pm
1st Apr 2017 6:41pm
[ NaPo 2017 ] Can You Handle IT?
It has begun
but can it be done?
Thirty poems in thirty days
It sure doesn't sound like fun
But, what the heck
you only live once
Time to put on that
thinking cap, Dunce
Warm up that brain
Let process of association
be flowing water to a
storm drain where IT
resides, telling you lies
as imagination and fear
collides to paint
the many faces of
Pennywise
Oh, hell no!
I gots to go
This thing known as
Napowrimo
sounds more horrifying
than a Stephen King novel ...
but can it be done?
Thirty poems in thirty days
It sure doesn't sound like fun
But, what the heck
you only live once
Time to put on that
thinking cap, Dunce
Warm up that brain
Let process of association
be flowing water to a
storm drain where IT
resides, telling you lies
as imagination and fear
collides to paint
the many faces of
Pennywise
Oh, hell no!
I gots to go
This thing known as
Napowrimo
sounds more horrifying
than a Stephen King novel ...
#NaPoWriMo2017
#StephenKing
744 reads
2 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
1st Apr 2017 7:47pm
1st Apr 2017 7:47pm
[ NaPo 2017 ] Seam Stress
Yeah, we may be in sync
but I have had enough of
this imitation game
Your fabric is nowhere
near as tough as you think
Cut from folded cloth
were shaped the same
but not really
I'm the other half
you wanted to be
the one who likes to laugh
while you wallow in the wash
cycling through your misery
wishing one of us dyed
so the other could take her place
in the dresser, on the line
It's a stresser, alright ...
but I have had enough of
this imitation game
Your fabric is nowhere
near as tough as you think
Cut from folded cloth
were shaped the same
but not really
I'm the other half
you wanted to be
the one who likes to laugh
while you wallow in the wash
cycling through your misery
wishing one of us dyed
so the other could take her place
in the dresser, on the line
It's a stresser, alright ...
#NaPoWriMo2017
692 reads
1 Comment
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
#romantic
#butterfly
#NaPoWriMo2017
#admiration
1129 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
736 reads
5 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2017 5:33pm
2nd Apr 2017 5:33pm
[ NaPo 2017 ] [ Lesbian ] I Gave Up On Getting To Second Base With You
Are you a Pitcher or a Catcher?
A Belly Itcher? Back Scratcher?
Seriously
which team you are playing for?
Hey, Batter, Batter---
Here I am
in the cheap seats
not use to raising my voice
but you gave me little choice
in the matter
What else could I possibly say
to one who flip-flops back and forth
between being straight one day
gay the next?
This is becoming a major league
headache for me and I'm not
going to play this game anymore ...
A Belly Itcher? Back Scratcher?
Seriously
which team you are playing for?
Hey, Batter, Batter---
Here I am
in the cheap seats
not use to raising my voice
but you gave me little choice
in the matter
What else could I possibly say
to one who flip-flops back and forth
between being straight one day
gay the next?
This is becoming a major league
headache for me and I'm not
going to play this game anymore ...
#lesbian
#NaPoWriMo2017
#frustration
685 reads
4 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2017 5:55pm
2nd Apr 2017 5:55pm
[ NaPo 2017 ] Public Enemy Number One
ratta tat tat
ratta tat tat
Your body soon to be
outlined in chalk
laying where it's at
There's no poetry
in the bullets aimed for me
but this ammunition of yours?
Bound to backfire in your face
I've got the run of the joint
with no patience for wiseguys
trying to put me in my place
or stool pigeons without a point
see?
Reign of chaos, terror
drive-by violence is over
This town no longer under ...
ratta tat tat
Your body soon to be
outlined in chalk
laying where it's at
There's no poetry
in the bullets aimed for me
but this ammunition of yours?
Bound to backfire in your face
I've got the run of the joint
with no patience for wiseguys
trying to put me in my place
or stool pigeons without a point
see?
Reign of chaos, terror
drive-by violence is over
This town no longer under ...
#NaPoWriMo2017
777 reads
1 Comment
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
885 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo 2017
#NaPoWriMo2017 is curated by Ahavati.
