National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo 2018
#NaPoWriMo2018
Poems taking part in NaPoWriMo and GloPoWriMo 2018. 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 2018: Ahavati, cloventongue89, David_Macleod, Hepcat61, ImperfectedStone, Jade-Pandora, JohnnyBlaze, MadameLavender, mel44, Misfitpoet89, poetryaccident, RevolutionAL, rosegold, rowantree, samael, thepositivelydark, Thetravelingfairy and Viddax.
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
1st Apr 2018 8:07am
1st Apr 2018 8:07am
Muse
(villanelle)
My Muse appears to me in woman’s guise,
A glimpse of furled smile's grace in new dawn light,
When I with guided hand her touch advise.
Her riffs and rills bring thrilling pen’s arise,
As sacred ink flows free from fingered plight.
My Muse appears to me in woman’s guise.
How quick she spreads her need that I baptize
With mouth’ed line and phrase for her delight
When I, with guided hand, her touch advise.
With every stroke complete and stroke revise,
She opens more her...
My Muse appears to me in woman’s guise,
A glimpse of furled smile's grace in new dawn light,
When I with guided hand her touch advise.
Her riffs and rills bring thrilling pen’s arise,
As sacred ink flows free from fingered plight.
My Muse appears to me in woman’s guise.
How quick she spreads her need that I baptize
With mouth’ed line and phrase for her delight
When I, with guided hand, her touch advise.
With every stroke complete and stroke revise,
She opens more her...
#erotic
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
742 reads
6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
1st Apr 2018 8:57am
1st Apr 2018 8:57am
The Rut
A morning chill, the scent is in the air.
The males all lift their heads w’ nostrils flared.
It is the season poets congregate
In open fields to meet and take a mate.
In joining pen w’ pen to no more roam,
To propagate in pairs and make a poem.
The strongest bucks of verse will be a catch
That poet doe’s of equal skill can fetch.
All through the spring the ink of love fulfills,
To flow through veins of passion, creeks & rills.
The poet bucks who lost are feeling hurt:
“I came to write and got a lousy...
The males all lift their heads w’ nostrils flared.
It is the season poets congregate
In open fields to meet and take a mate.
In joining pen w’ pen to no more roam,
To propagate in pairs and make a poem.
The strongest bucks of verse will be a catch
That poet doe’s of equal skill can fetch.
All through the spring the ink of love fulfills,
To flow through veins of passion, creeks & rills.
The poet bucks who lost are feeling hurt:
“I came to write and got a lousy...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#lover
#WritingPoetry
737 reads
12 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
1st Apr 2018 9:38am
1st Apr 2018 9:38am
Black Market Friday
It’s ev’ry month I come collect my pay
For po’ems I submit each thirty days,
With bottle caps’ & buttons’ colors gay
I bank inside a jar and hide away.
And when it’s time I add a little more,
Then jog into the DU general store
To parlay w’ the clerk what I can score
Who smiles & asks me what the rush is for.
I say there is no time for me to waste,
Apologizing for my shopper’s haste.
I need to buy a toothbrush I misplaced
To rid my teeth of food I still can taste.
But...
For po’ems I submit each thirty days,
With bottle caps’ & buttons’ colors gay
I bank inside a jar and hide away.
And when it’s time I add a little more,
Then jog into the DU general store
To parlay w’ the clerk what I can score
Who smiles & asks me what the rush is for.
I say there is no time for me to waste,
Apologizing for my shopper’s haste.
I need to buy a toothbrush I misplaced
To rid my teeth of food I still can taste.
But...
#satirical
#funny
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2018
#consumerism
684 reads
12 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
1st Apr 2018 11:54am
1st Apr 2018 11:54am
[ NaPo 2018 ] Party Of Two
Hi-del-lee hi-hi
hi-del-lee hi-ho
hi-del-lee-
Here we go again
Friendship needed
Romances seeded
across centuries
Our dances weren't done
until creaking knees gave out
and even afterwards then
I clapped my hands with you
danced to poetry and arts
with the heartiest shout
Party of two
into the late hours
we are actors and actresses
eager to play our parts
Upon giving into
this infinite Love of ours
that's when...
hi-del-lee hi-ho
hi-del-lee-
Here we go again
Friendship needed
Romances seeded
across centuries
Our dances weren't done
until creaking knees gave out
and even afterwards then
I clapped my hands with you
danced to poetry and arts
with the heartiest shout
Party of two
into the late hours
we are actors and actresses
eager to play our parts
Upon giving into
this infinite Love of ours
that's when...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
680 reads
2 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
1st Apr 2018 7:09pm
1st Apr 2018 7:09pm
I Don't Care What You Write
Don't care
if it's rhyme
slam
or rap
Poetic
systematic
even
theatric
If it poured out of you
or if your brain
battled to
find the
word
If it's love
hate
or your story of
fate
If you put your
heart on the page
or your half ass
sexuality in the title
Because see
I don't care
if you
write
or even have
an
entry
or exit
Whether you submit
sext
or just
text
Write if you must
but
Read;
...
if it's rhyme
slam
or rap
Poetic
systematic
even
theatric
If it poured out of you
or if your brain
battled to
find the
word
If it's love
hate
or your story of
fate
If you put your
heart on the page
or your half ass
sexuality in the title
Because see
I don't care
if you
write
or even have
an
entry
or exit
Whether you submit
sext
or just
text
Write if you must
but
Read;
...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
458 reads
Ahavati
Poem Published
1st Apr 2018 9:51pm
1st Apr 2018 9:51pm
[ NaPoWriMo - 2018 Collection ] Anatomy of Loss
Prelude
The Known Unknown:
a subconscious Being residing
amid our Living waters;
an under-pulse within reach
of understanding
Its indecipherable meaning
barely beyond explainable feeling ...
The Known Unknown:
a subconscious Being residing
amid our Living waters;
an under-pulse within reach
of understanding
Its indecipherable meaning
barely beyond explainable feeling ...
#universe
#NaPoWriMo2018
#humankind #WritingPoetry
#humankind #WritingPoetry
1542 reads
92 Comments
samael
Poem Published
1st Apr 2018 10:14pm
1st Apr 2018 10:14pm
Patterns transpiring in alternate realities
Cloudwalker catching tears in a picnic basket
dialog dragged the craters surface
a Carl Ade safe from Stuttgart
only charred wooden embers ash remained
cares melted away like the imaginary food on the plastic stove that day
fish hooks crawl under my skin to catch what i fear
i viewed Death as crumbling paper flip book animation
worn are these pages and speed
simulate the motion
simulate the motion
cataclysm
we saw the triumphant return of the Valkyrie
sweet as...
dialog dragged the craters surface
a Carl Ade safe from Stuttgart
only charred wooden embers ash remained
cares melted away like the imaginary food on the plastic stove that day
fish hooks crawl under my skin to catch what i fear
i viewed Death as crumbling paper flip book animation
worn are these pages and speed
simulate the motion
simulate the motion
cataclysm
we saw the triumphant return of the Valkyrie
sweet as...
#courage
#NaPoWriMo2018
560 reads
0 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2018 7:16am
2nd Apr 2018 7:16am
If We Could Be
The light
beach sand
shadowed in the
dawn
Soft sea whispering
"I Love You's"
in the wash
behind it
A dead branch
from a tree
[no one
has seen]
Tattoed
in burn marks and
termite burrows
scattered aimlessly
surounded in
sea shells
on the shore
I'd hold her hand
She'd walk over it
concentrating
as if
it were
a balance beam
Then she'd giggle
as she
lost balance
falling
into my arms
...
beach sand
shadowed in the
dawn
Soft sea whispering
"I Love You's"
in the wash
behind it
A dead branch
from a tree
[no one
has seen]
Tattoed
in burn marks and
termite burrows
scattered aimlessly
surounded in
sea shells
on the shore
I'd hold her hand
She'd walk over it
concentrating
as if
it were
a balance beam
Then she'd giggle
as she
lost balance
falling
into my arms
...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
460 reads
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2018 2:18pm
2nd Apr 2018 2:18pm
Sculptress
(pantoum)
formule poésie érotique 2/30
With quickened hands, how swift she shapes the wood.
In pieces broken off, discovered first,
Her passions swell and love’s flow bare withstood,
Now in her naked grip, its art submersed.
In pieces broken off, discovered first,
She found the pleasant features of its rise.
Now in her naked grip, its art submersed,
Each whetted stroke, revealing its franchise.
She found the pleasant features of its rise,
Could easy bend to fill her fondest scheme.
Each whetted stroke, revealing its...
formule poésie érotique 2/30
With quickened hands, how swift she shapes the wood.
In pieces broken off, discovered first,
Her passions swell and love’s flow bare withstood,
Now in her naked grip, its art submersed.
In pieces broken off, discovered first,
She found the pleasant features of its rise.
Now in her naked grip, its art submersed,
Each whetted stroke, revealing its franchise.
She found the pleasant features of its rise,
Could easy bend to fill her fondest scheme.
Each whetted stroke, revealing its...
#erotic
#NaPoWriMo2018
575 reads
2 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2018 4:59pm
2nd Apr 2018 4:59pm
[ NaPo 2018 ] Dipped Skinny
Last one in is a rotten egg!
She always comes stripped
bare of false pretenses
eagerly diving in head Firstly
effortlessly swimming
through nuances of vocabulary
while navigating the murkiest
sentences worded in the worstly
ways fathom-able;
excitedly on tippy toes
in discovery, throes down
what treasures she found!
at great depths---
[h]erring on the side of caution
so as not drown novitiates...
She always comes stripped
bare of false pretenses
eagerly diving in head Firstly
effortlessly swimming
through nuances of vocabulary
while navigating the murkiest
sentences worded in the worstly
ways fathom-able;
excitedly on tippy toes
in discovery, throes down
what treasures she found!
at great depths---
[h]erring on the side of caution
so as not drown novitiates...
#water
#NaPoWriMo2018
656 reads
3 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2018 6:30pm
2nd Apr 2018 6:30pm
Beyond The Brier Patch
razor wired ideas
cut to the heart of things
quick and deadly is the day
harbinger of nefarious deeds
done undercover of the moon
who slumbers in immortal bliss while the orb shines
lovingly, turning a blind eye while her children are at play
wicked is the night
that lit fire under the revelers
carousing, biting, devouring flesh
they race to the sun
leaving graffiti songs
for the Earth to dance to
imps and devils delight
while naked we crash into thought
waking to radio...
cut to the heart of things
quick and deadly is the day
harbinger of nefarious deeds
done undercover of the moon
who slumbers in immortal bliss while the orb shines
lovingly, turning a blind eye while her children are at play
wicked is the night
that lit fire under the revelers
carousing, biting, devouring flesh
they race to the sun
leaving graffiti songs
for the Earth to dance to
imps and devils delight
while naked we crash into thought
waking to radio...
#gothic
#universe
#NaPoWriMo2018 #TruthOfLife
#NaPoWriMo2018 #TruthOfLife
1019 reads
12 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2018 8:38pm
2nd Apr 2018 8:38pm
Easter
I know we both have been preoccupied,
You probably most times have often said.
It’s not your fault but something we can’t hide
Twix pages that are not meant to be read.
But if we can’t talk, by then, what I want
Is my hollow choc’late Easter bun’ny.
I gotta have it, though that’s what it’s not.
I’m type 2 laughing, sad, ironic’lly.
For chocolate I’ll do almost anything,
The hollowness inside mimics the pain.
And sweets can never full exile its sting,
Like plunge into my thigh like Novocain.
So please fill up my...
You probably most times have often said.
It’s not your fault but something we can’t hide
Twix pages that are not meant to be read.
But if we can’t talk, by then, what I want
Is my hollow choc’late Easter bun’ny.
I gotta have it, though that’s what it’s not.
I’m type 2 laughing, sad, ironic’lly.
For chocolate I’ll do almost anything,
The hollowness inside mimics the pain.
And sweets can never full exile its sting,
Like plunge into my thigh like Novocain.
So please fill up my...
#Easter
#NaPoWriMo2018
#addiction #illness
#addiction #illness
636 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo 2018
#NaPoWriMo2018 is curated by Ahavati.
