NaPoWriMo2017 Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#NaPoWriMo2017
napowrimo2017 seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
12th Apr 2017 4:10pm
12th Apr 2017 4:10pm
Mastery
CYCLE II: FIRE
Hephaestus’ hammer fell with flames’ erupt,
With sparks that flew igniting hearts of men.
From wood to stone to bronze to iron corrupt
On furnaced edge engaging Hell’s ascend.
When molten pointed spears to others turned,
Impaled, the dead paid tax of blooded fields.
Was pow’r divined with stroke of metal burned,
From sword to muskets’ lead with fire revealed.
Was Satan’s heat not graced in cannon’s forge?
In glory, Hades brought his hell to Earth.
With sulfur’s scourge, on unblessed souls engorge
The...
Hephaestus’ hammer fell with flames’ erupt,
With sparks that flew igniting hearts of men.
From wood to stone to bronze to iron corrupt
On furnaced edge engaging Hell’s ascend.
When molten pointed spears to others turned,
Impaled, the dead paid tax of blooded fields.
Was pow’r divined with stroke of metal burned,
From sword to muskets’ lead with fire revealed.
Was Satan’s heat not graced in cannon’s forge?
In glory, Hades brought his hell to Earth.
With sulfur’s scourge, on unblessed souls engorge
The...
#war
#fire
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
#humankind
708 reads
4 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
10th Apr 2017 9:37pm
10th Apr 2017 9:37pm
A Month is far too much
Going into this with a plan of attack
or half an idea, or even a segment at a pinch
would have been very, very, very, useful.
Instead each poem is done on the fly;
flying by the seat of my pants
hoping inspiration hits home
rather than a bird strike of writer's block.
Thirty poems on the tarot, or food,
or history of that day,
or the study of barnacles,
or anything pre-planned really
could have solved the daily disaster
of needing a poem and having nothing to peddle
a wordsmith without anything to hit out.
A...
or half an idea, or even a segment at a pinch
would have been very, very, very, useful.
Instead each poem is done on the fly;
flying by the seat of my pants
hoping inspiration hits home
rather than a bird strike of writer's block.
Thirty poems on the tarot, or food,
or history of that day,
or the study of barnacles,
or anything pre-planned really
could have solved the daily disaster
of needing a poem and having nothing to peddle
a wordsmith without anything to hit out.
A...
#NaPoWriMo2017
994 reads
17 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
9th Apr 2017 2:19pm
9th Apr 2017 2:19pm
Eminence
CYCLE II: FIRE
A dark so dense where light cannot survive.
In stillness found, before the stars were born.
If single chance or several times revive,
With all that ever was, precogent form.
In peace did It reside, before gave space.
For time had not been given even thought,
For none yet knew, Its resting without place.
And nothing was for no thing yet had brought.
Perhaps It was too concert to not be?
Was It perhaps too lonely for Its own?
Perhaps in turning inside out to see,
It found Its way that all Itself be...
A dark so dense where light cannot survive.
In stillness found, before the stars were born.
If single chance or several times revive,
With all that ever was, precogent form.
In peace did It reside, before gave space.
For time had not been given even thought,
For none yet knew, Its resting without place.
And nothing was for no thing yet had brought.
Perhaps It was too concert to not be?
Was It perhaps too lonely for Its own?
Perhaps in turning inside out to see,
It found Its way that all Itself be...
#science
#universe
#fire
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
697 reads
0 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
8th Apr 2017 1:45pm
8th Apr 2017 1:45pm
Dark
CYCLE I: EARTH
From mountain peaks to lowlands grassy spurs
Does Mother’s slow progression ever seek.
Throughout our day, does night progress with her;
E’en so with night, does light not ever peek.
With rigor moves in seeming never rest,
Yet every slip in harmony perform.
Is all reclaimed as smallest part attests,
And though it pass is every speck reborn.
But Man adjusts Her way to suit his own,
And pares Her life to take more than His due.
For always has He stripped Her, flesh from bone,
His poison with Her sacred...
From mountain peaks to lowlands grassy spurs
Does Mother’s slow progression ever seek.
Throughout our day, does night progress with her;
E’en so with night, does light not ever peek.
With rigor moves in seeming never rest,
Yet every slip in harmony perform.
Is all reclaimed as smallest part attests,
And though it pass is every speck reborn.
But Man adjusts Her way to suit his own,
And pares Her life to take more than His due.
For always has He stripped Her, flesh from bone,
His poison with Her sacred...
#dark
#earth
#night
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
785 reads
1 Comment
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
8th Apr 2017 1:40pm
8th Apr 2017 1:40pm
Canyon
CYCLE I: EARTH
Between your furrowed walls guide graceful streams,
In paths of long filled lines and bending curves,
From mountain’s tip that’s licked to stormy reams
And springs that Valleys’ well, your river serves.
Tween rim and rim your vales in subtle Vees
Extend above the soft bed’s banking shores,
Where Mother’s life came forth to fill the seas.
Where men have delved, her mysteries explore.
And slow the waters flow ‘til cataracts
And rapids’ thrill like slickened fingers rend.
Then do your flowings rush through...
Between your furrowed walls guide graceful streams,
In paths of long filled lines and bending curves,
From mountain’s tip that’s licked to stormy reams
And springs that Valleys’ well, your river serves.
Tween rim and rim your vales in subtle Vees
Extend above the soft bed’s banking shores,
Where Mother’s life came forth to fill the seas.
Where men have delved, her mysteries explore.
And slow the waters flow ‘til cataracts
And rapids’ thrill like slickened fingers rend.
Then do your flowings rush through...
#erotic
#earth
#mountains
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
779 reads
2 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
7th Apr 2017 1:07pm
7th Apr 2017 1:07pm
Plains
CYCLE I: EARTH
From highest lands to Mother’s lap, the Way
Is found, Her flats in wheat straw tendrils spread,
Which slightest breath in subtle wave-forms play,
From muddied banks to canyon towers’ edge.
And with Her Springs and storms Her floods may come,
Still time’s progress brings verdant life arise.
In pounding of their weight, the stampede's drum,
They split the rows like Nature's force realized.
In air here scented sweet, filled hot they run,
It’s in this lush, where mighty tracks are found,
And here where mighty...
From highest lands to Mother’s lap, the Way
Is found, Her flats in wheat straw tendrils spread,
Which slightest breath in subtle wave-forms play,
From muddied banks to canyon towers’ edge.
And with Her Springs and storms Her floods may come,
Still time’s progress brings verdant life arise.
In pounding of their weight, the stampede's drum,
They split the rows like Nature's force realized.
In air here scented sweet, filled hot they run,
It’s in this lush, where mighty tracks are found,
And here where mighty...
#earth
#nature
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
659 reads
2 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
886 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
2015 reads
42 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
896 reads
6 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
831 reads
5 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
1807 reads
45 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
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
1345 reads
30 Comments
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