NaPoWriMo2018 Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#NaPoWriMo2018
napowrimo2018 seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
[ 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
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14 Comments
Rockin'
Thrumming
Guitar strumming
Heart
Beats
Pounding
I'd like to crash
In the rush
Of your melody,
Singing
Haunting me.
And your riffs
Rip me apart -
Raise me to ecstasy -
You're killing me,
Little deaths with me.
And you screech the yous
In your script -
Baby, kiss me with notes
And falsettos slithering.
Neon light inhales -
Black and white exhales -
Loose shirt and tight jeans,
Fingers magic on strings.
Shut these...
Guitar strumming
Heart
Beats
Pounding
I'd like to crash
In the rush
Of your melody,
Singing
Haunting me.
And your riffs
Rip me apart -
Raise me to ecstasy -
You're killing me,
Little deaths with me.
And you screech the yous
In your script -
Baby, kiss me with notes
And falsettos slithering.
Neon light inhales -
Black and white exhales -
Loose shirt and tight jeans,
Fingers magic on strings.
Shut these...
#lust
#music
#NaPoWriMo2018
820 reads
8 Comments
Hazy
She sat at that diner, alone -
Staring at reflections and bouncing lights,
Before her blank stare.
The heavy heat of the summer night
Had her dizzy and feeling strange -
Like an anchor pulling her downward to dreamland.
There was an open door and a balcony,
There was a full moon that stares.
And she,
On unsteady legs,
Confront her voyeur.
Ask what it wanted.
Later, she'd have her pen on paper,
And ink for each sequence of her dream.
She's a doll alive.
She'd echo the world
That normally let her...
Staring at reflections and bouncing lights,
Before her blank stare.
The heavy heat of the summer night
Had her dizzy and feeling strange -
Like an anchor pulling her downward to dreamland.
There was an open door and a balcony,
There was a full moon that stares.
And she,
On unsteady legs,
Confront her voyeur.
Ask what it wanted.
Later, she'd have her pen on paper,
And ink for each sequence of her dream.
She's a doll alive.
She'd echo the world
That normally let her...
#loneliness
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry #SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry #SelfReflection
771 reads
6 Comments
Surrender
I don't think I would ever run out of questions.
A million what ifs,
A million whys,
Or that who.
My heart had become used to nothing ever lasting.
This too shall pass, with the bad
Most of the good tags along and
Takes another piece of me.
I am a jumbled mess -
Stitched together with words.
Their ink seeped into my skin,
Mixed into my blood -
It is now coursing through me.
I do not know how to live without it.
The full moon hovered as I thought,
Washing the dishes on the sink,
I do not know how...
A million what ifs,
A million whys,
Or that who.
My heart had become used to nothing ever lasting.
This too shall pass, with the bad
Most of the good tags along and
Takes another piece of me.
I am a jumbled mess -
Stitched together with words.
Their ink seeped into my skin,
Mixed into my blood -
It is now coursing through me.
I do not know how to live without it.
The full moon hovered as I thought,
Washing the dishes on the sink,
I do not know how...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
903 reads
4 Comments
Poetry Fairy
She fluttered my way, one
Sunday afternoon,
as I sat feeding ducks
by Lake Linda
Her gorgeous green eyes –
her deep scarlet wings –
her glittering dress –
she intrigued me.
Her voice sang out
in perfect verse,
calling poetically, magically...
inviting me into her story:
“Write with me
Come on a journey
I'll show you how to be free
“Black ink
Carefully penned
Follow my lead, my friend
“Write with me
Explore your mind
...
Sunday afternoon,
as I sat feeding ducks
by Lake Linda
Her gorgeous green eyes –
her deep scarlet wings –
her glittering dress –
she intrigued me.
Her voice sang out
in perfect verse,
calling poetically, magically...
inviting me into her story:
“Write with me
Come on a journey
I'll show you how to be free
“Black ink
Carefully penned
Follow my lead, my friend
“Write with me
Explore your mind
...
#friendship
#fairies
#NaPoWriMo2018
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
801 reads
11 Comments
Crisis
Screeching halt
Crushing metal;
rising from
the back seat floor
Racing heart
does not settle;
hot stinging
sensation sore
Eyes wet
head burning
ruby red;
gushing, bleeding
flashing lights
undiscerning
Maternal voice
panicked, pleading;
fearful shaking
comfort seeking
"Oh my baby"
mother shrieking
running towards me
as I fell . . .
Unnerved
and distressed
remembering
nothing more
Although feeling altered
to...
Crushing metal;
rising from
the back seat floor
Racing heart
does not settle;
hot stinging
sensation sore
Eyes wet
head burning
ruby red;
gushing, bleeding
flashing lights
undiscerning
Maternal voice
panicked, pleading;
fearful shaking
comfort seeking
"Oh my baby"
mother shrieking
running towards me
as I fell . . .
Unnerved
and distressed
remembering
nothing more
Although feeling altered
to...
#childhood
#NaPoWriMo2018
#LifeChangingMoment
668 reads
10 Comments
color my soul
color me
open my pages
black and white
fill me in
my empty lines
give me life
add your touch
to my blank spaces
make me yours
color me in
with a little bit
of you
color me
pink
like your lips
cover my
surface
with your kisses
color me
blue
like the night
and color
you
by my side
color me
gold
like the ecstasy
I feel
as you
color me
color me
all
shades of purple
because
you know ...
open my pages
black and white
fill me in
my empty lines
give me life
add your touch
to my blank spaces
make me yours
color me in
with a little bit
of you
color me
pink
like your lips
cover my
surface
with your kisses
color me
blue
like the night
and color
you
by my side
color me
gold
like the ecstasy
I feel
as you
color me
color me
all
shades of purple
because
you know ...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2018
#art
589 reads
0 Comments
Lost in Paint
tuesdays
jeans and old t-shirt days
the studio's waiting
eat breakfast on the way
it's 9am
don't be late!
canvases line the wall
happy place
choose an easel
get out the paints
music up
set the pace
mix worlds of color
express and escape
forget about life
stress drifts away
you've been waiting all week
for a chance to create
absorbed in the process
laying beauty on clean slates
one stroke at a time
finding yourself
every tuesday
lost...
jeans and old t-shirt days
the studio's waiting
eat breakfast on the way
it's 9am
don't be late!
canvases line the wall
happy place
choose an easel
get out the paints
music up
set the pace
mix worlds of color
express and escape
forget about life
stress drifts away
you've been waiting all week
for a chance to create
absorbed in the process
laying beauty on clean slates
one stroke at a time
finding yourself
every tuesday
lost...
#beauty
#NaPoWriMo2018
#art
667 reads
2 Comments
Night
I don't shut down at
night
like I'm supposed to
my wary mind
won't submit to the clock's
rules
won't abandon awareness or
succumb to the unconscious
won't surrender life to comatose
I won't let the night win me over
I make the most mistakes
at night
I find the most danger
at night
my judgment is blurred
at night
my darkest thoughts come out
at night
it summons me to its dreamland
where I'm free – released
into the timeless stillness
quiet
running to...
night
like I'm supposed to
my wary mind
won't submit to the clock's
rules
won't abandon awareness or
succumb to the unconscious
won't surrender life to comatose
I won't let the night win me over
I make the most mistakes
at night
I find the most danger
at night
my judgment is blurred
at night
my darkest thoughts come out
at night
it summons me to its dreamland
where I'm free – released
into the timeless stillness
quiet
running to...
#night
#NaPoWriMo2018
#insomnia #sleep
#insomnia #sleep
643 reads
12 Comments
Poet's Recruit
poets, assemble –
take up your quill,
or pencil, or typewriter,
or whatever you will
gather around
and join in our fight
just bring perseverance
and desire to write
our mission simple:
one poem per day
come march with us;
waste no time with delay
our army diverse
some young, some old
all welcome to join
whether timid or bold
ready your minds
ideas prepared
inspiration kindled
encouragement shared
when our moment arrives
the trumpet will blast
we'll set...
take up your quill,
or pencil, or typewriter,
or whatever you will
gather around
and join in our fight
just bring perseverance
and desire to write
our mission simple:
one poem per day
come march with us;
waste no time with delay
our army diverse
some young, some old
all welcome to join
whether timid or bold
ready your minds
ideas prepared
inspiration kindled
encouragement shared
when our moment arrives
the trumpet will blast
we'll set...
#motivational
#NaPoWriMo2018
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
577 reads
4 Comments
Conquering Mountains
one step at a time
slowly trudging higher
muscles sore, steep climb
growing ever tired
dripping sweat, breathing heavy
don't you dare stop
gears keep turning, moving steady
inching towards the top
remember why you came
anticipate the view
don't think about the pain
don't let it get to you
you'll reach the peak at last
see its beauty on display
the struggle in the past
nothing in your way
confidence enhanced
you'll move on to higher heights
exploring deeper oceans ...
slowly trudging higher
muscles sore, steep climb
growing ever tired
dripping sweat, breathing heavy
don't you dare stop
gears keep turning, moving steady
inching towards the top
remember why you came
anticipate the view
don't think about the pain
don't let it get to you
you'll reach the peak at last
see its beauty on display
the struggle in the past
nothing in your way
confidence enhanced
you'll move on to higher heights
exploring deeper oceans ...
#motivational
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2018 #LifeGoals
#NaPoWriMo2018 #LifeGoals
828 reads
0 Comments
ghost
I wandered the city
like a ghost
faded, barely there,
unnoticed
passing over the world
letting it slip through me
powerless physically
but completely
and totally
free
a ghost
strange substance
a mind without matter
not bound by life's routines
or sicknesses and bodily needs
a ghost
misunderstood
on an earth polluted
crowds of hollow people
in empty human shells
pretty rotten souls
chasing temporary pleasures
and external sensations
blind inside, eyes wide ...
like a ghost
faded, barely there,
unnoticed
passing over the world
letting it slip through me
powerless physically
but completely
and totally
free
a ghost
strange substance
a mind without matter
not bound by life's routines
or sicknesses and bodily needs
a ghost
misunderstood
on an earth polluted
crowds of hollow people
in empty human shells
pretty rotten souls
chasing temporary pleasures
and external sensations
blind inside, eyes wide ...
#night
#shadows
#ghosts #NaPoWriMo2018
#ghosts #NaPoWriMo2018
593 reads
2 Comments
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