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.
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
6th Apr 2017 8:19am
6th Apr 2017 8:19am
Playthings
It doesn't matter what the hell I think,
To touch you while I'm breathing down your neck.
It doesn't matter if you want to strut,
You know you love it and I don't forget.
Approaching you is walking razor's edge,
The times we don't connect are pretty rare.
'Cause taking you at once is on my mind,
And when you sulk I'm Johnny on the spot.
I know when you think I'm not watching you,
The way you stroke your mane before the mirror.
I pull out all my toys that buzz & twitch
And come up from behind to show you...
To touch you while I'm breathing down your neck.
It doesn't matter if you want to strut,
You know you love it and I don't forget.
Approaching you is walking razor's edge,
The times we don't connect are pretty rare.
'Cause taking you at once is on my mind,
And when you sulk I'm Johnny on the spot.
I know when you think I'm not watching you,
The way you stroke your mane before the mirror.
I pull out all my toys that buzz & twitch
And come up from behind to show you...
#erotic
#NaPoWriMo2017
947 reads
12 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
7th Apr 2017 12:15pm
7th Apr 2017 12:15pm
Celeste
The clouds flow brazen with the wind of sighs
To constant seek the one who calls for them
By names that last beyond their perishing
And leaves their seasons scented with the earth
While far below the life of air-bound song
I stand before the dawn with covered eyes
To open mouth to imitate her creed
In hopes the goddess of the morning rise
Will cast upon, assuage this subject, bowed
And give me peace that she will soon return.
April 7 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
To constant seek the one who calls for them
By names that last beyond their perishing
And leaves their seasons scented with the earth
While far below the life of air-bound song
I stand before the dawn with covered eyes
To open mouth to imitate her creed
In hopes the goddess of the morning rise
Will cast upon, assuage this subject, bowed
And give me peace that she will soon return.
April 7 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )
#universe
#sky
#nature
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2017
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8 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
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2 Comments
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
756 reads
2 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
764 reads
1 Comment
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
9th Apr 2017 10:00am
9th Apr 2017 10:00am
Apple Honey
Today, though I didn't expect,
He gave me a photo he took
Of a bee in a blossoming tree
Among white spring blooms everywhere.
And said to me so gallantly
He'd bring apple honey one day.
And so in my mind came alive
When I used to turn countrified.
It instantly had me think of
When I'd drive to Charlie Brown Farms
On Pearblossom Highway afar
In Little Rock, Antelope Valle.
Where this time of year in the...
He gave me a photo he took
Of a bee in a blossoming tree
Among white spring blooms everywhere.
And said to me so gallantly
He'd bring apple honey one day.
And so in my mind came alive
When I used to turn countrified.
It instantly had me think of
When I'd drive to Charlie Brown Farms
On Pearblossom Highway afar
In Little Rock, Antelope Valle.
Where this time of year in the...
#love
#nature
#food
#NaPoWriMo2017
#memories
1136 reads
13 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
681 reads
0 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
10th Apr 2017 11:06am
10th Apr 2017 11:06am
Sweet Tea
When lonesome home I have a cup of tea,
A gentle steaming cup to put me right.
I hear the mantle ticking of the clock
And watch Venetian sunrise' morning light.
The crack of day is empty in my hands
While warmth of vessel cradles tenderly.
I think of nothing in these vacant notes,
And then I see him peeking in on me.
I know he's far away at work in thought;
Perhaps still tending his own cup of sweet,
Or pouring tanic acid from an urn
And touches lips to rim to think of me.
I live these times for when we...
A gentle steaming cup to put me right.
I hear the mantle ticking of the clock
And watch Venetian sunrise' morning light.
The crack of day is empty in my hands
While warmth of vessel cradles tenderly.
I think of nothing in these vacant notes,
And then I see him peeking in on me.
I know he's far away at work in thought;
Perhaps still tending his own cup of sweet,
Or pouring tanic acid from an urn
And touches lips to rim to think of me.
I live these times for when we...
#love
#morning
#NaPoWriMo2017
922 reads
12 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
10th Apr 2017 2:01pm
10th Apr 2017 2:01pm
Conflagration
CYCLE II: FIRE
With single spark did all things born become,
Explode with force and fury, none in all.
A silent space birthed, energy its sum.
In matter slowed was Time’s begin recalled.
Through eons’ pass, from ice to water’s gas,
And rain through oceans fill in fire and air,
The creature forms, from land and oceans pass,
Until Erectus brings the gods aware.
In fear and adoration, they were made:
The Sun, they praised for what it gave and took.
And Animals, for lives they took, they prayed.
And Fire, in lightning...
With single spark did all things born become,
Explode with force and fury, none in all.
A silent space birthed, energy its sum.
In matter slowed was Time’s begin recalled.
Through eons’ pass, from ice to water’s gas,
And rain through oceans fill in fire and air,
The creature forms, from land and oceans pass,
Until Erectus brings the gods aware.
In fear and adoration, they were made:
The Sun, they praised for what it gave and took.
And Animals, for lives they took, they prayed.
And Fire, in lightning...
#science
#universe
#fire
#NaPoWriMo2017
#sonnet
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0 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
969 reads
17 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
11th Apr 2017 8:16am
11th Apr 2017 8:16am
Here
In earshot people speak like I'm not here.
I scan the room there's blood flowing like tears
From every guest that mills and mumbles low,
But do they care, or don't they even know?
I tool around this unfamiliar place.
Where have the players gone without a trace,
While eerie music drones on the wrong speed;
It's then I know I've done a horrid deed.
It's gotten very quiet I confess
By any other standard more or less.
I know what is and need to make it clear,
The only sane one uninvited here.
I tip & toe and slide...
I scan the room there's blood flowing like tears
From every guest that mills and mumbles low,
But do they care, or don't they even know?
I tool around this unfamiliar place.
Where have the players gone without a trace,
While eerie music drones on the wrong speed;
It's then I know I've done a horrid deed.
It's gotten very quiet I confess
By any other standard more or less.
I know what is and need to make it clear,
The only sane one uninvited here.
I tip & toe and slide...
#dark
#NaPoWriMo2017
#murder
#confessional
#MentalHealth
966 reads
10 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
12th Apr 2017 10:31am
12th Apr 2017 10:31am
A Perfect Gentleman
It wasn't anything I thought would be
The first time that we met
When Spring caressed the blooms & budding tree,
When I felt so alive, and yet
The way it was as he came down the street,
I held my beating breath,
The jacaranda petals 'neath my feet
Foretold a distant time, of death.
'Twas when he stepped before me, it was plain.
He took me by surprise,
But not just with a waist coat, gloves & cane;
Was that a smile behind those eyes?
A subtle manner equal to its bliss
That took my hand in...
The first time that we met
When Spring caressed the blooms & budding tree,
When I felt so alive, and yet
The way it was as he came down the street,
I held my beating breath,
The jacaranda petals 'neath my feet
Foretold a distant time, of death.
'Twas when he stepped before me, it was plain.
He took me by surprise,
But not just with a waist coat, gloves & cane;
Was that a smile behind those eyes?
A subtle manner equal to its bliss
That took my hand in...
#dark
#rhyming
#NaPoWriMo2017 #devil
#NaPoWriMo2017 #devil
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DU Poetry : National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo 2017
#NaPoWriMo2017 is curated by Ahavati (Tams).
