NaPoWriMo2018 Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#NaPoWriMo2018
napowrimo2018 seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
30 Days and Nights
we wandered through
the playing field of verse--
dodging mines of cliche
short-changed words;
those unworthy offerings
resulting from utter laziness
The giants are appeased;
poetry was a priority. . .
as it should've been
No more late night excuses
encompassing fatigue
Gone were the days
that housed no poetry
Nomadic were we
wandering in the dessert
seeking a country of accomplishment
...
the playing field of verse--
dodging mines of cliche
short-changed words;
those unworthy offerings
resulting from utter laziness
The giants are appeased;
poetry was a priority. . .
as it should've been
No more late night excuses
encompassing fatigue
Gone were the days
that housed no poetry
Nomadic were we
wandering in the dessert
seeking a country of accomplishment
...
#motivational
#inspirational
#uplifting
#gratitude
#NaPoWriMo2018
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NaPoWriMo
One last poem
before goodnight
summing up Napo
in a final write
challenge accepted
to create on command
thirty new pieces
to meet demand
ideas flowing
when I begin
pulling inspiration
from deep within
offering thoughts
on self-reflection
philosophies on faith
spiritual conception
expressions of love
joy and pain
sharing empathy
enduring shame
writing of darkness
relapse and grief
finding recovery
sensing relief
in this challenge
I've...
before goodnight
summing up Napo
in a final write
challenge accepted
to create on command
thirty new pieces
to meet demand
ideas flowing
when I begin
pulling inspiration
from deep within
offering thoughts
on self-reflection
philosophies on faith
spiritual conception
expressions of love
joy and pain
sharing empathy
enduring shame
writing of darkness
relapse and grief
finding recovery
sensing relief
in this challenge
I've...
#NaPoWriMo2018
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Meditation
Anxiety rises
feeling unrest
learning to focus
upon the breath
drawing air deeply
extending exhales
being mindful
calmness prevails
engaging mind and body
practising how
be rather than do
consciously in now
accepting each moment
clarifying sign
appreciation occurs
no notion of time
thoughts may wander
but without judgement
returning again
to here in the present
releasing insecurity
of a buried past
freed from worry
resolve steadfast
feeling unrest
learning to focus
upon the breath
drawing air deeply
extending exhales
being mindful
calmness prevails
engaging mind and body
practising how
be rather than do
consciously in now
accepting each moment
clarifying sign
appreciation occurs
no notion of time
thoughts may wander
but without judgement
returning again
to here in the present
releasing insecurity
of a buried past
freed from worry
resolve steadfast
#spiritual
#NaPoWriMo2018
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Post-poet Production
Greased gears grind as gummed up with gregarious grammar
stammering in rhyming time to the hammers of keys,
clicking in chittering chattering clattering of characters
in order to unload more unnecessary excessive essays
that can hardly be called hardy poetry.
Although mostly harmless, are definitely artless
fathered by the fearsome poem factory
churning out copious catalogues of compositions
drowning the daring delver in deranged descriptive dialogues,
each word brings an inch of woe without originality
passages and packages of plagiarism ...
stammering in rhyming time to the hammers of keys,
clicking in chittering chattering clattering of characters
in order to unload more unnecessary excessive essays
that can hardly be called hardy poetry.
Although mostly harmless, are definitely artless
fathered by the fearsome poem factory
churning out copious catalogues of compositions
drowning the daring delver in deranged descriptive dialogues,
each word brings an inch of woe without originality
passages and packages of plagiarism ...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
#graveyard
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Writing Therapy
Baring my emotions
in a visceral write
unburdening deep fears
affording them flight
releasing buried feelings
that have rested for ages
uprooting my angst
while scribing upon pages
sensing cathartic release
with words composed
relief easily afforded
when grief is exposed
offering new vision
a different perspective
attitude now altered
becoming receptive
revealing experience
alleviates torment
revelatory process
the point poignant
in a visceral write
unburdening deep fears
affording them flight
releasing buried feelings
that have rested for ages
uprooting my angst
while scribing upon pages
sensing cathartic release
with words composed
relief easily afforded
when grief is exposed
offering new vision
a different perspective
attitude now altered
becoming receptive
revealing experience
alleviates torment
revelatory process
the point poignant
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry
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Maternal Teachings
From a young age
learning respect
offering to all
what you expect
love, unconditional
bestowed upon me
revealed importance
of true loyalty
imparted principles
of wisdom and growth
sharing your faith
kindness an oath
in your struggles
my compassion grew
teaching perseverance
through courage you drew
holding standards
for responsibility
realising benefits
gaining autonomy
values instilled
quite early on
always upheld
although you are gone
learning respect
offering to all
what you expect
love, unconditional
bestowed upon me
revealed importance
of true loyalty
imparted principles
of wisdom and growth
sharing your faith
kindness an oath
in your struggles
my compassion grew
teaching perseverance
through courage you drew
holding standards
for responsibility
realising benefits
gaining autonomy
values instilled
quite early on
always upheld
although you are gone
#mother
#NaPoWriMo2018
#learning
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The Final Frontier (Writings Of The Goddess)
She
ripps puzzle pieces
of my
masculinity
apart;
tossing them
to the
cold, tiled floor
Smashing
them into
tiny
pieces;
leaving a mess
of emotion
hovering
somewhere
between
the beauty of
Paradice
and the
darkness of
Pandemonium
Piercing my truth
with
her unintimidated
stare;
that
sees right
through
the cluttered
disorder that
I am
Dancing ...
ripps puzzle pieces
of my
masculinity
apart;
tossing them
to the
cold, tiled floor
Smashing
them into
tiny
pieces;
leaving a mess
of emotion
hovering
somewhere
between
the beauty of
Paradice
and the
darkness of
Pandemonium
Piercing my truth
with
her unintimidated
stare;
that
sees right
through
the cluttered
disorder that
I am
Dancing ...
#love
#lust
#NaPoWriMo2018
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f**k Off: f**king Fiction
#anger
#erotic
#NaPoWriMo2018
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Wanton Butchery
(sonnet)
formule poésie 29/30
Can soul’s destroy be bought with passions’ shame?
Is lovers’ repossess a judgement’s price?
Can “want” be butchered up in pieces claim
That those deemed “right” are all that can suffice.
How have my lovers carved apart my soul,
To cut away what edicts’ won’t allow.
For none would seem to take my wantings whole,
But steal their needs, as mine they disavow.
I merely sought a mutual devour,
A soul to want my company complete.
A soul secure that deems no ruling pow’r,
But works to...
formule poésie 29/30
Can soul’s destroy be bought with passions’ shame?
Is lovers’ repossess a judgement’s price?
Can “want” be butchered up in pieces claim
That those deemed “right” are all that can suffice.
How have my lovers carved apart my soul,
To cut away what edicts’ won’t allow.
For none would seem to take my wantings whole,
But steal their needs, as mine they disavow.
I merely sought a mutual devour,
A soul to want my company complete.
A soul secure that deems no ruling pow’r,
But works to...
#dark
#NaPoWriMo2018
#lover #despair
#lover #despair
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I'll Write You
Dearest Goddess
I'll write you
a fucking love poem;
I'll ink
emotional
parchment
with the beats
of my damn heart
Punctuate it
in the lust
that swells
from the sight
of your pale
marked skin
With my hands
I'll trace your anatomy
with my tongue
your curves
my eyes
will silhouette
each
bruise and bump;
I'll put it in words
I'll write you a fucking
love poem
Leave
the pauses
dripping
from open lips ...
I'll write you
a fucking love poem;
I'll ink
emotional
parchment
with the beats
of my damn heart
Punctuate it
in the lust
that swells
from the sight
of your pale
marked skin
With my hands
I'll trace your anatomy
with my tongue
your curves
my eyes
will silhouette
each
bruise and bump;
I'll put it in words
I'll write you a fucking
love poem
Leave
the pauses
dripping
from open lips ...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2018
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Auto Motive
Long car journeys make me dream
the turning wheels in turn
turning on my imagination
as my mind wanders
clicking into gear of illusion
and fantasising upon fiction
forming paradises before me
even as the road is dull below
and I turn my gaze towards another horizon
travelling the road of tranced enchantment
to see with eyes beyond eyes
into possibility and what could be
when the path diverts metaphysically
in tune to a rumbling hum
that rocks and cradles the cranium
And sometimes this bestows slumber ...
the turning wheels in turn
turning on my imagination
as my mind wanders
clicking into gear of illusion
and fantasising upon fiction
forming paradises before me
even as the road is dull below
and I turn my gaze towards another horizon
travelling the road of tranced enchantment
to see with eyes beyond eyes
into possibility and what could be
when the path diverts metaphysically
in tune to a rumbling hum
that rocks and cradles the cranium
And sometimes this bestows slumber ...
#dreams
#cars
#NaPoWriMo2018 #sleep
#NaPoWriMo2018 #sleep
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Noir
(villanelle)
formule poésie 28/30
Undone and in recline, the tiger smile,
The ruby rose in fluted, crowned cruet
The Luger, holster, rouge, and French beguile.
The long brown hair, the sweep of unkempt style,
A silver cross in opened shirt’s inset
Undone and in recline, the tiger smile,
How she appeared as bistro’s lone exile,
In clouded sun’s dapple, Rue Lafayette,
The Luger, holster, rouge, and French beguile.
“ ‘could use some rain, seems like it’s been awhile?”
“Our fountain’s dry, the pigeons...
formule poésie 28/30
Undone and in recline, the tiger smile,
The ruby rose in fluted, crowned cruet
The Luger, holster, rouge, and French beguile.
The long brown hair, the sweep of unkempt style,
A silver cross in opened shirt’s inset
Undone and in recline, the tiger smile,
How she appeared as bistro’s lone exile,
In clouded sun’s dapple, Rue Lafayette,
The Luger, holster, rouge, and French beguile.
“ ‘could use some rain, seems like it’s been awhile?”
“Our fountain’s dry, the pigeons...
#lust
#war
#NaPoWriMo2018 #historical
#NaPoWriMo2018 #historical
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