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.
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
7th Apr 2018 11:06am
7th Apr 2018 11:06am
Strays
She takes one in each time
When she does an alley walk.
A night-time random rhyme
Off a beaten city stalk.
Her evening time is near
After getting off from life.
The alleyways are clear
From the glare of urban strife.
A streetwalker by trade
Might’ve helped pay ev’ry bill,
But she’s a cook and maid
Helping those with what she will.
And so the stray of whim
Gets hot coffee and a bath
That’s free of charge to him,
And a night with her in bed.
Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora....
When she does an alley walk.
A night-time random rhyme
Off a beaten city stalk.
Her evening time is near
After getting off from life.
The alleyways are clear
From the glare of urban strife.
A streetwalker by trade
Might’ve helped pay ev’ry bill,
But she’s a cook and maid
Helping those with what she will.
And so the stray of whim
Gets hot coffee and a bath
That’s free of charge to him,
And a night with her in bed.
Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora....
#city
#night
#homelessness
#NaPoWriMo2018
#lover
723 reads
11 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
7th Apr 2018 3:38pm
7th Apr 2018 3:38pm
The Woman’s Room
Ode to a Porn Short
(sonnet)
formule poésie érotique 7/30
Her space in marriage’ holy solitude
Alone, yet soon will visitors exceed
Her place of warmest wood, the world’s intrude,
How slow direct her ritual proceed.
Well dressed for her much-practiced sacrament,
Her simple implements, her skillful hands
With quicken forms. Relaxed by her intent,
She keens the pace to mark with her demands.
Descending quiet, now engage the room
Her movements slow, her rituals complete,
With holy water’s sanctify...
(sonnet)
formule poésie érotique 7/30
Her space in marriage’ holy solitude
Alone, yet soon will visitors exceed
Her place of warmest wood, the world’s intrude,
How slow direct her ritual proceed.
Well dressed for her much-practiced sacrament,
Her simple implements, her skillful hands
With quicken forms. Relaxed by her intent,
She keens the pace to mark with her demands.
Descending quiet, now engage the room
Her movements slow, her rituals complete,
With holy water’s sanctify...
#sex
#erotic
#porn
#NaPoWriMo2018
#sonnet
602 reads
0 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
7th Apr 2018 10:17pm
7th Apr 2018 10:17pm
Maypole Fair
(nursery rhyme)
formule poésie érotique 5/30
Oh! how we love the Maypole Fair
Exciting us like Spring.
We always find surprises there,
What wonders it can bring.
Begins at twin fields intersect
How bare the palates seem.
But once the Maypole stands erect,
How do the dal’es teem.
How hands hard work with mouths send up,
In comers’ cheery tone,
And bring out all, where gates end up,
The place the fun is sown.
The bearded lady’s sure to please
And strong man’s dumbbells, too. ...
formule poésie érotique 5/30
Oh! how we love the Maypole Fair
Exciting us like Spring.
We always find surprises there,
What wonders it can bring.
Begins at twin fields intersect
How bare the palates seem.
But once the Maypole stands erect,
How do the dal’es teem.
How hands hard work with mouths send up,
In comers’ cheery tone,
And bring out all, where gates end up,
The place the fun is sown.
The bearded lady’s sure to please
And strong man’s dumbbells, too. ...
#erotic
#funny
#NaPoWriMo2018
670 reads
1 Comment
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
8th Apr 2018 12:42pm
8th Apr 2018 12:42pm
A Music Box Dancer
( a nursery Sonnet )
An earthbound sentiment to what I’ve seen
With eyes & lips that paint me in a trance.
Cerebral balance floating in between,
This face that’s made of plaster, as I dance.
You twist the key so up on toes I spin,
My graceful arms raised high to catch the sun.
The silence tells of broken heart within,
That never shows the pain to anyone.
To turn in place on endlessly ad hoc,
I tell a secret only known to me.
In finding naught to envy would you mock
That I could never...
An earthbound sentiment to what I’ve seen
With eyes & lips that paint me in a trance.
Cerebral balance floating in between,
This face that’s made of plaster, as I dance.
You twist the key so up on toes I spin,
My graceful arms raised high to catch the sun.
The silence tells of broken heart within,
That never shows the pain to anyone.
To turn in place on endlessly ad hoc,
I tell a secret only known to me.
In finding naught to envy would you mock
That I could never...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2018
#sonnet
795 reads
12 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
8th Apr 2018 4:05pm
8th Apr 2018 4:05pm
Low on sugar
Low on sugar
I've been sat in the upper garden potting on Lavenders,
watching a butterfly stealing kisses with a Grape Hyacinth and resting on a Daf', discrediting the feelings of sorrow that were swollen hard and whole in my womb the night before. I trimmed the Nemisia next, planted a Cardoon, Hyssop, a thistle or two and an Allium,
enjoyed the soil under my nails, the birdsongs on the wind, the sense of purpose and lost myself a little lavishly as my daughter slept inside.
It's like cutting into a perfectly iced cake, this sense of bliss, as I tired gently...
I've been sat in the upper garden potting on Lavenders,
watching a butterfly stealing kisses with a Grape Hyacinth and resting on a Daf', discrediting the feelings of sorrow that were swollen hard and whole in my womb the night before. I trimmed the Nemisia next, planted a Cardoon, Hyssop, a thistle or two and an Allium,
enjoyed the soil under my nails, the birdsongs on the wind, the sense of purpose and lost myself a little lavishly as my daughter slept inside.
It's like cutting into a perfectly iced cake, this sense of bliss, as I tired gently...
#happiness
#earth
#environment
#NaPoWriMo2018
#sleep
452 reads
2 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
8th Apr 2018 6:09pm
8th Apr 2018 6:09pm
Removal Truck With Gas
Moved house
Kids and I had outlived
the old space
The rent was
an unreasonable
expence
by the time we got to
the end of last year.
The moving of homes
is aparently
the single most
stressful
activity in life
Got me to thinking
of past
stressful times
The house we were leaving
and memories
we had built there
Remembered five years ago
The year
I lost a business
Divorced a wife
Learnt to deal with death
Moved house
...
Kids and I had outlived
the old space
The rent was
an unreasonable
expence
by the time we got to
the end of last year.
The moving of homes
is aparently
the single most
stressful
activity in life
Got me to thinking
of past
stressful times
The house we were leaving
and memories
we had built there
Remembered five years ago
The year
I lost a business
Divorced a wife
Learnt to deal with death
Moved house
...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#LifeGoals
384 reads
0 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
9th Apr 2018 4:53am
9th Apr 2018 4:53am
The Ache
It starts on a monday morning
not sure of the exact time
to be honest
It's somewhere between
five and seven in the morning
I load an extra teespoon of coffee
in the cup
(Preparing for the feeling, that I know will crush my chest)
Then after the boiling water
a stir
"The whirlpool effect"
I take that first gulp
the aroma hits my nostrils
that warm taste
as the cup repositions itself
I add extra sugar
and stir once more
[Take away the bitter]
Then I think of
how bloody
bitter I am ...
not sure of the exact time
to be honest
It's somewhere between
five and seven in the morning
I load an extra teespoon of coffee
in the cup
(Preparing for the feeling, that I know will crush my chest)
Then after the boiling water
a stir
"The whirlpool effect"
I take that first gulp
the aroma hits my nostrils
that warm taste
as the cup repositions itself
I add extra sugar
and stir once more
[Take away the bitter]
Then I think of
how bloody
bitter I am ...
#NaPoWriMo2018
390 reads
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
9th Apr 2018 9:10pm
9th Apr 2018 9:10pm
Tapping
(villanelle)
formule poésie érotique 9/30
Would I know even what to do,
When your all quivers at my tap,
While your lips, my hard-work renew.
My words can fail in wanting to,
My fingers clumsy in that gap.
"Would I know even what to do?"
My talents frail, my temps askew,
Yet still I seek your full recap,
While your lips, my hard-work renew.
How I have sought that call in you,
When we're bound in our sweet entrap,
Would I know even what to do!?
For both our mouths, the other’s woo,...
formule poésie érotique 9/30
Would I know even what to do,
When your all quivers at my tap,
While your lips, my hard-work renew.
My words can fail in wanting to,
My fingers clumsy in that gap.
"Would I know even what to do?"
My talents frail, my temps askew,
Yet still I seek your full recap,
While your lips, my hard-work renew.
How I have sought that call in you,
When we're bound in our sweet entrap,
Would I know even what to do!?
For both our mouths, the other’s woo,...
#sex
#erotic
#rhyming
#funny
#NaPoWriMo2018
710 reads
4 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
9th Apr 2018 11:25pm
9th Apr 2018 11:25pm
Necessary Change
Wearing chinked armour
my protection
neglected to save me
from disconnection
faulty equipment
failed to safeguard
against my demons
abandoned and marred
attacks from within
potent distress
poisoning to exist
shameful regress
drowning not sorrows
but sadly my soul
spirit in peril
none could console
transformation painful
unravelling sense
unleashed emotions
feelings intense
difficult task ahead
void pretending
choices limited
adaptation pending
...
my protection
neglected to save me
from disconnection
faulty equipment
failed to safeguard
against my demons
abandoned and marred
attacks from within
potent distress
poisoning to exist
shameful regress
drowning not sorrows
but sadly my soul
spirit in peril
none could console
transformation painful
unravelling sense
unleashed emotions
feelings intense
difficult task ahead
void pretending
choices limited
adaptation pending
...
#alcohol
#rhyming
#NaPoWriMo2018
488 reads
0 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
9th Apr 2018 11:40pm
9th Apr 2018 11:40pm
Character
Born, our minds are indistinct
imperfect but not accidental
created for some great purpose
exposure to experience instrumental
as we emerge through life
our blank canvas is sketched
sometimes in tragedy and misfortune
faith and temperament stretched
learning value through hardship
memories imprint and design
but the character we choose to display
our histories do not define
to be wholehearted and love ourselves
we must not hate that which brought us here
accept the journeys that helped shape us
let go...
imperfect but not accidental
created for some great purpose
exposure to experience instrumental
as we emerge through life
our blank canvas is sketched
sometimes in tragedy and misfortune
faith and temperament stretched
learning value through hardship
memories imprint and design
but the character we choose to display
our histories do not define
to be wholehearted and love ourselves
we must not hate that which brought us here
accept the journeys that helped shape us
let go...
#forgiveness
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2018
602 reads
4 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
10th Apr 2018 1:15am
10th Apr 2018 1:15am
SUGAR RUSH
I haven’t been able to say much yet
To your response, a confession of sorts
That has me speechless what to say, I fret.
You suddenly now exist in my world
With a comment that begins as regret.
I sit up and blink at what follows next:
I’m a kid in a sweet shop who dares you
For samples of everything on display,
Of candy cane, choc’late & car’mel chew.
A sailor on leave, in port, feeling piss’d
From tankards of ale he’s yet to consume,
With hostess on knee he hasn’t yet...
To your response, a confession of sorts
That has me speechless what to say, I fret.
You suddenly now exist in my world
With a comment that begins as regret.
I sit up and blink at what follows next:
I’m a kid in a sweet shop who dares you
For samples of everything on display,
Of candy cane, choc’late & car’mel chew.
A sailor on leave, in port, feeling piss’d
From tankards of ale he’s yet to consume,
With hostess on knee he hasn’t yet...
#identity
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2018
#dreams
#consumerism
842 reads
15 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
10th Apr 2018 5:03am
10th Apr 2018 5:03am
Baby Beats The Wave
She fills the
bed
perfectly;
almost foetal
with her knee
peeking
from the covers
Her hand resting
on my pillow
There is something
beautiful
in a soul mate;
who just walks
into your space
fitting
like
they
own it
It's a natural beauty
with
a tinge of
sophistication
A touch
of wit
and a pinch
of attitude
There is more beauty
in the way
she fills my bed
than the entire
global
beauty
pageant
And I...
bed
perfectly;
almost foetal
with her knee
peeking
from the covers
Her hand resting
on my pillow
There is something
beautiful
in a soul mate;
who just walks
into your space
fitting
like
they
own it
It's a natural beauty
with
a tinge of
sophistication
A touch
of wit
and a pinch
of attitude
There is more beauty
in the way
she fills my bed
than the entire
global
beauty
pageant
And I...
#ILoveYou
#NaPoWriMo2018
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DU Poetry : National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo 2018
#NaPoWriMo2018 is curated by Ahavati (Tams).
