NaPoWriMo2017 Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#NaPoWriMo2017
napowrimo2017 published by members recently online poems.
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
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42 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
27th Apr 2017 3:48pm
27th Apr 2017 3:48pm
Arduous Path
Self-deceived, frequently lead astray
Fallacious fears, myself I betray
Never to realise through observation
Efficiently misguided amid temptation
Invariably travelling an arduous path
Routinely stalled in the aftermath
Typically stubborn to abide by instruction
Experiencing life’s awkward induction
A harshness along the road I roam
Yet carrying on until I find home
Not the surest means of survival
Although insight affords revival ...
Fallacious fears, myself I betray
Never to realise through observation
Efficiently misguided amid temptation
Invariably travelling an arduous path
Routinely stalled in the aftermath
Typically stubborn to abide by instruction
Experiencing life’s awkward induction
A harshness along the road I roam
Yet carrying on until I find home
Not the surest means of survival
Although insight affords revival ...
#strength
#rhyming
#NaPoWriMo2017
#myself
#learning
653 reads
2 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
27th Apr 2017 3:48pm
27th Apr 2017 3:48pm
Arduous Path
Self-deceived, frequently lead astray
Fallacious fears, myself I betray
Never to realise through observation
Efficiently misguided amid temptation
Invariably travelling an arduous path
Routinely stalled in the aftermath
Typically stubborn to abide by instruction
Experiencing life’s awkward induction
A harshness along the road I roam
Yet carrying on until I find home
Not the surest means of survival
Although insight affords revival ...
Fallacious fears, myself I betray
Never to realise through observation
Efficiently misguided amid temptation
Invariably travelling an arduous path
Routinely stalled in the aftermath
Typically stubborn to abide by instruction
Experiencing life’s awkward induction
A harshness along the road I roam
Yet carrying on until I find home
Not the surest means of survival
Although insight affords revival ...
#strength
#rhyming
#NaPoWriMo2017
#myself
#learning
653 reads
2 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
27th Apr 2017 3:48pm
27th Apr 2017 3:48pm
Arduous Path
Self-deceived, frequently lead astray
Fallacious fears, myself I betray
Never to realise through observation
Efficiently misguided amid temptation
Invariably travelling an arduous path
Routinely stalled in the aftermath
Typically stubborn to abide by instruction
Experiencing life’s awkward induction
A harshness along the road I roam
Yet carrying on until I find home
Not the surest means of survival
Although insight affords revival ...
Fallacious fears, myself I betray
Never to realise through observation
Efficiently misguided amid temptation
Invariably travelling an arduous path
Routinely stalled in the aftermath
Typically stubborn to abide by instruction
Experiencing life’s awkward induction
A harshness along the road I roam
Yet carrying on until I find home
Not the surest means of survival
Although insight affords revival ...
#strength
#rhyming
#NaPoWriMo2017
#myself
#learning
653 reads
2 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
27th Apr 2017 3:48pm
27th Apr 2017 3:48pm
Arduous Path
Self-deceived, frequently lead astray
Fallacious fears, myself I betray
Never to realise through observation
Efficiently misguided amid temptation
Invariably travelling an arduous path
Routinely stalled in the aftermath
Typically stubborn to abide by instruction
Experiencing life’s awkward induction
A harshness along the road I roam
Yet carrying on until I find home
Not the surest means of survival
Although insight affords revival ...
Fallacious fears, myself I betray
Never to realise through observation
Efficiently misguided amid temptation
Invariably travelling an arduous path
Routinely stalled in the aftermath
Typically stubborn to abide by instruction
Experiencing life’s awkward induction
A harshness along the road I roam
Yet carrying on until I find home
Not the surest means of survival
Although insight affords revival ...
#strength
#rhyming
#NaPoWriMo2017
#myself
#learning
653 reads
2 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
27th Apr 2017 3:48pm
27th Apr 2017 3:48pm
Arduous Path
Self-deceived, frequently lead astray
Fallacious fears, myself I betray
Never to realise through observation
Efficiently misguided amid temptation
Invariably travelling an arduous path
Routinely stalled in the aftermath
Typically stubborn to abide by instruction
Experiencing life’s awkward induction
A harshness along the road I roam
Yet carrying on until I find home
Not the surest means of survival
Although insight affords revival ...
Fallacious fears, myself I betray
Never to realise through observation
Efficiently misguided amid temptation
Invariably travelling an arduous path
Routinely stalled in the aftermath
Typically stubborn to abide by instruction
Experiencing life’s awkward induction
A harshness along the road I roam
Yet carrying on until I find home
Not the surest means of survival
Although insight affords revival ...
#strength
#rhyming
#NaPoWriMo2017
#myself
#learning
653 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
posterity
Posterity
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
#NaPoWriMo2017
#NaPoWriMo2018
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
posterity
Posterity
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
#NaPoWriMo2017
#NaPoWriMo2018
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
331 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
posterity
Posterity
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
#NaPoWriMo2017
#NaPoWriMo2018
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
331 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
posterity
Posterity
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
#NaPoWriMo2017
#NaPoWriMo2018
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
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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
1366 reads
32 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
1366 reads
32 Comments
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