NaPoWriMo2017 Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#NaPoWriMo2017
napowrimo2017 seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 2:28am
23rd Feb 2021 2:28am
[ NaPo ] Terminatrix April
thumbs her titanium alloy nose
through the chain link fence
reminding us of our limitations
says we are nothing
but imitations of life
It's an irony that leaves
a metallic aftertaste
in my mouth
while hers is razorwired
---a smile long in between such
clenched jaw sound bites as,
Get with the programming
and
Poets are challenged enough
without attempting to write
a poem per day
meant for...
through the chain link fence
reminding us of our limitations
says we are nothing
but imitations of life
It's an irony that leaves
a metallic aftertaste
in my mouth
while hers is razorwired
---a smile long in between such
clenched jaw sound bites as,
Get with the programming
and
Poets are challenged enough
without attempting to write
a poem per day
meant for...
#NaPoWriMo2017
#NaPoWriMo2018
#NaPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2020
#NaPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2020
530 reads
14 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
2nd May 2017 4:53am
2nd May 2017 4:53am
Beltane
Hello all... For the NaPoWriMo, I sought to write a cycle of 30 sonnets beginning with an Invocation and ending with a Thanksgiving - as I added an out of cycle poem (40 Miles Out of Gallop) - I finish the cycle here:
CYCLE’S END
As mid-Spring fires illume the forest night,
As maidens’ feet kick high on earthly floor,
The Goddess glows in horn’ed consort’s sight,
As vernal sprouts take form from winter’s hoar.
The frosted dark gives way before the dawn,
As Old Man gives himself to Easter’s want.
So fills the night ‘til lusts and...
CYCLE’S END
As mid-Spring fires illume the forest night,
As maidens’ feet kick high on earthly floor,
The Goddess glows in horn’ed consort’s sight,
As vernal sprouts take form from winter’s hoar.
The frosted dark gives way before the dawn,
As Old Man gives himself to Easter’s want.
So fills the night ‘til lusts and...
#nature
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2017
705 reads
2 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
30th Apr 2017 11:16pm
30th Apr 2017 11:16pm
Terzanelle Nr.01 — A Discipline of Tomorrows
NaPoWriMo 30/30 for April 30th, 2017
Villanelle/Terzanelle/Verzanelle/Tillanelle No: 30
{ Many, many thanks to Ahavati and Johnny for hosting (and amazingly at the same time partaking in) this DUP NaPoWriMo Comp - all your hard work, and postings, are much appreciated.
And to fellow entrants whom I have done my best to follow each day, also a big thank you for the group energy and posted presence that catalysed me not to let the side down (probably just an ego thing). I look forward to continuing mutual encouragement on the regular posting pages :)...
Villanelle/Terzanelle/Verzanelle/Tillanelle No: 30
{ Many, many thanks to Ahavati and Johnny for hosting (and amazingly at the same time partaking in) this DUP NaPoWriMo Comp - all your hard work, and postings, are much appreciated.
And to fellow entrants whom I have done my best to follow each day, also a big thank you for the group energy and posted presence that catalysed me not to let the side down (probably just an ego thing). I look forward to continuing mutual encouragement on the regular posting pages :)...
#beach
#NaPoWriMo2017
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
857 reads
10 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
30th Apr 2017 4:12pm
30th Apr 2017 4:12pm
[ NaPo 2017 ] A Matter Of Inches
I'm not exactly sure why
you want me to clap my hands
and cheer
You ran and jumped up in the air
from that line to over here
In the sand, you made it
a few inches farther than last year
Congrats for you?
Hooray for Humankind?
So many thoughts running
through my mind, tripping
over the hurdle of how I feel
regarding this need to outdo
your own performances
and others in contests
that amount to nothing
more than beating an
opponent's score by measly
increments on a...
you want me to clap my hands
and cheer
You ran and jumped up in the air
from that line to over here
In the sand, you made it
a few inches farther than last year
Congrats for you?
Hooray for Humankind?
So many thoughts running
through my mind, tripping
over the hurdle of how I feel
regarding this need to outdo
your own performances
and others in contests
that amount to nothing
more than beating an
opponent's score by measly
increments on a...
#NaPoWriMo2017
726 reads
2 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
30th Apr 2017 3:34pm
30th Apr 2017 3:34pm
Winds of Change
CYCLE IV: AIR
I’ve stood on steps of coliseums, erect,
Turned east to taste the cresting dawn’s assail.
I have in would-be king’s and shaman’s spect
Breathed air above my birth, behind the vale.
I’ve talked the shit and sung my songs 'fore stars
And drunks on fest’al stage and backroad dive.
My nose has known both rose and comely spars,
The scents of flower’s sex and lovers’ strive.
Yet no perfume, though it’s divinely found,
Nor scent that has increased my wanton girths,
Affects me as her voice...
I’ve stood on steps of coliseums, erect,
Turned east to taste the cresting dawn’s assail.
I have in would-be king’s and shaman’s spect
Breathed air above my birth, behind the vale.
I’ve talked the shit and sung my songs 'fore stars
And drunks on fest’al stage and backroad dive.
My nose has known both rose and comely spars,
The scents of flower’s sex and lovers’ strive.
Yet no perfume, though it’s divinely found,
Nor scent that has increased my wanton girths,
Affects me as her voice...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet #PowerOfWords
#sonnet #PowerOfWords
873 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
30th Apr 2017 1:14pm
30th Apr 2017 1:14pm
hush nature speaks
the sunrise spoke to me
it uttered riddles
laced on spider webs
in dewy silence
the forests deep
with the wise sentient
soldiers of old
that keep watch over me
in the oceans wide
balm to my soul
a cool jeweled place
I ache now
my soul talks to Mother Moon
please tell me
the secrets of Father Sun
she smiles at me wryly
hush child and open your mind
watch and observe
each thing in nature
a living being
all doing their part ...
it uttered riddles
laced on spider webs
in dewy silence
the forests deep
with the wise sentient
soldiers of old
that keep watch over me
in the oceans wide
balm to my soul
a cool jeweled place
I ache now
my soul talks to Mother Moon
please tell me
the secrets of Father Sun
she smiles at me wryly
hush child and open your mind
watch and observe
each thing in nature
a living being
all doing their part ...
#love
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2017
#uplifting
#earth
1293 reads
32 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
30th Apr 2017 12:49pm
30th Apr 2017 12:49pm
[ NaPo 2017 ] Good And Plenty
I am posting this late today because I was abducted by aliens yesterday.
29/30
[ NaPo 2017 ] Good And Plenty
Woot Wooooooooot!
ALL ABOARD!
Ahavati was the engineer
she had herself a perty swell idear
She thought NaPoWriMo sure sounded fun
It would be an awesome challenge for everyone
Johnny said,
Write poetry good and plenty
Johnny said,
Have great tall tales to tell
Johnny said,
Look what the Muses sent...
29/30
[ NaPo 2017 ] Good And Plenty
Woot Wooooooooot!
ALL ABOARD!
Ahavati was the engineer
she had herself a perty swell idear
She thought NaPoWriMo sure sounded fun
It would be an awesome challenge for everyone
Johnny said,
Write poetry good and plenty
Johnny said,
Have great tall tales to tell
Johnny said,
Look what the Muses sent...
#NaPoWriMo2017
755 reads
2 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
29th Apr 2017 3:28pm
29th Apr 2017 3:28pm
An Air in Fourteen Lines
CYCLE IV: AIR
From Bach’s G String to Joey’s Blitzkrieg Bop,
From Bowie’s Major Tom to Paul’s Hey Jude,
Vibrations shimmer, waves engage non-stop.
With dancers, beat; with lovers, interlude.
Of stars and ages, music’s rhythmic thrills
Can give back youth and mind of first express,
A racing heart and first orgasmic chills.
Can break the heart anew of love’s egress.
How can a voice and drum bring spirits high;
How can piano’s softest push lay low?
The cannon fire of 1812 imply,
Of California Love or Liszt’s ‘moso. ...
From Bach’s G String to Joey’s Blitzkrieg Bop,
From Bowie’s Major Tom to Paul’s Hey Jude,
Vibrations shimmer, waves engage non-stop.
With dancers, beat; with lovers, interlude.
Of stars and ages, music’s rhythmic thrills
Can give back youth and mind of first express,
A racing heart and first orgasmic chills.
Can break the heart anew of love’s egress.
How can a voice and drum bring spirits high;
How can piano’s softest push lay low?
The cannon fire of 1812 imply,
Of California Love or Liszt’s ‘moso. ...
#music
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
662 reads
3 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
29th Apr 2017 12:57pm
29th Apr 2017 12:57pm
[ NaPo 2017 ] Only Poets Read Other Poets
A great philosopher, poet
and all around smart-ass
twelveoone
[ pronounced twelve-oh-one ]
said unto me
as we conversed upon
the pinnacle of a Mount Literoticus
"Only poets read other poets."
I held up a stone tablet
carried around for such an occasion
in my backpack
Upon it was chiseled the
Twelfth or Thirteenth Commandment
( can't remember which )
Thou Shalt Not Stereotype!
( I added the exclamation point with a Sharpie )
For all that noise coming out our...
and all around smart-ass
twelveoone
[ pronounced twelve-oh-one ]
said unto me
as we conversed upon
the pinnacle of a Mount Literoticus
"Only poets read other poets."
I held up a stone tablet
carried around for such an occasion
in my backpack
Upon it was chiseled the
Twelfth or Thirteenth Commandment
( can't remember which )
Thou Shalt Not Stereotype!
( I added the exclamation point with a Sharpie )
For all that noise coming out our...
#NaPoWriMo2017
743 reads
2 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
28th Apr 2017 5:43pm
28th Apr 2017 5:43pm
[ NaPo 2017] The Poem That Never Was
I don't know about you
but I'm not interested
in reading the same poem
you wrote the day before
written by someone else
the day before that
and so on
There are poems riddled
with forgivable cliches
And then there are poems
cliches in and of themselves
Newbs to the exciting world of poetry
will eventually come to this understanding
and wholeheartedly agree with it
challenging yourself to write
not just a poem every day, but
a poem that never was
...
but I'm not interested
in reading the same poem
you wrote the day before
written by someone else
the day before that
and so on
There are poems riddled
with forgivable cliches
And then there are poems
cliches in and of themselves
Newbs to the exciting world of poetry
will eventually come to this understanding
and wholeheartedly agree with it
challenging yourself to write
not just a poem every day, but
a poem that never was
...
#NaPoWriMo2017
729 reads
5 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
27th Apr 2017 6:59pm
27th Apr 2017 6:59pm
[ NaPo 2017 ] Ultra Violet
Winding down the stripper pole
I'm the garden variety snake
who stole your virginity
in a single dance
without removing any pants
opened those eyes to their
widest yet
Your soul bathed
in the glory of my alter ego
Utlra Violet
And with a little grinding
hip shake-shake mere inches
from your face, I take money
faster than you can possibly
make it
It's my superpower
Sorry, Happy Hour is over
How 'bout we plan on a play date? ...
I'm the garden variety snake
who stole your virginity
in a single dance
without removing any pants
opened those eyes to their
widest yet
Your soul bathed
in the glory of my alter ego
Utlra Violet
And with a little grinding
hip shake-shake mere inches
from your face, I take money
faster than you can possibly
make it
It's my superpower
Sorry, Happy Hour is over
How 'bout we plan on a play date? ...
#NaPoWriMo2017
643 reads
0 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
27th Apr 2017 4:11pm
27th Apr 2017 4:11pm
Raise in Praise
CYCLE IV: AIR
Bunch grass cathedral pray'rs, our sanctify.
Bright sun, as still as church, and Blazes' hot.
The dunes, our commune sacrament apply.
We, prostrate, naked, praise our god’s begot.
Once beachly crofts relenting worships’ bend,
Exerts, the Host and Holy Wine’s encase.
In service’ genuflecting, rhythm blends;
Our kneeling’s grace and fill of Holy Place.
When offers splash on tabernacle’s ark,
In melting stuff, gift sacrificial spill,
The sea’s divine procession’s...
Bunch grass cathedral pray'rs, our sanctify.
Bright sun, as still as church, and Blazes' hot.
The dunes, our commune sacrament apply.
We, prostrate, naked, praise our god’s begot.
Once beachly crofts relenting worships’ bend,
Exerts, the Host and Holy Wine’s encase.
In service’ genuflecting, rhythm blends;
Our kneeling’s grace and fill of Holy Place.
When offers splash on tabernacle’s ark,
In melting stuff, gift sacrificial spill,
The sea’s divine procession’s...
#erotic
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
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