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.
.
What’s Fappening?
(sonnet)
formule poésie érotique 17/30
A picture’s worth? one thousand words’ belay
In incantations, graphic elegies.
As couplets, let our spectral shapes’ foreplay,
A cyber navigation, expert ease.
As lithographic metaphor once led
To couplings, in days’ technique gone by,
Both slick and harder graphic ways instead,
Within our “cyber space” gives sweet comply.
I wonder if our webs, wide world breaks in,
And steals our private musings secret sent.
Would they as well, in automatic...
formule poésie érotique 17/30
A picture’s worth? one thousand words’ belay
In incantations, graphic elegies.
As couplets, let our spectral shapes’ foreplay,
A cyber navigation, expert ease.
As lithographic metaphor once led
To couplings, in days’ technique gone by,
Both slick and harder graphic ways instead,
Within our “cyber space” gives sweet comply.
I wonder if our webs, wide world breaks in,
And steals our private musings secret sent.
Would they as well, in automatic...
#sex
#erotic
#technology
#funny
#NaPoWriMo2018
509 reads
0 Comments
Asterisk Wars
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away
Asterisk Wars
A Fresh Lyric.
The Scribble Alliance fight against the tyranny
of the New Literary Galactic Umpire.
The Umpire has developed new punctuation
to annihilate the Scribblers once and for all
with no adjective follow up citation,
though the Scribblers struck the first blow
by presenting their unfinished poems
with their errors and faults on show,
So continues the cosmic writing battle
exchanging line by line
in this perpetual stream of verbal prattle,
yet the...
Asterisk Wars
A Fresh Lyric.
The Scribble Alliance fight against the tyranny
of the New Literary Galactic Umpire.
The Umpire has developed new punctuation
to annihilate the Scribblers once and for all
with no adjective follow up citation,
though the Scribblers struck the first blow
by presenting their unfinished poems
with their errors and faults on show,
So continues the cosmic writing battle
exchanging line by line
in this perpetual stream of verbal prattle,
yet the...
#war
#rhyming
#NaPoWriMo2018
528 reads
0 Comments
Feminism
Feminism
Don't teach my daughter the line f--k the patriarchy,
It is just sounds, letters, it doesn't make change.
No,
Teach my daughter to discuss careers with female friends at school
Destined to think their end destination is being a mother and a good cook,
To share with those less fortunate in a proactive and thoughtful way.
Teach my daughter to encourage self forgiveness in herself and others, for things that are not a woman's fault,
Teach her to help her fellow warriors, and worriers, not accept blame for wanting a consumer lifestyle...
Don't teach my daughter the line f--k the patriarchy,
It is just sounds, letters, it doesn't make change.
No,
Teach my daughter to discuss careers with female friends at school
Destined to think their end destination is being a mother and a good cook,
To share with those less fortunate in a proactive and thoughtful way.
Teach my daughter to encourage self forgiveness in herself and others, for things that are not a woman's fault,
Teach her to help her fellow warriors, and worriers, not accept blame for wanting a consumer lifestyle...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#feminism
706 reads
3 Comments
Alphabet Arkham
Arrested answers assessing annoying anthologies
Bundled barbarically bursting bardic baileys
Caged condemned canto criminals
Detained diabolic depicters desist
Entrapped epic editors emit elegiac
Fiction friends federally facilitated forcefully
Genre generals grimly guarded gallingly
Hymnal haiku heroes hatefully held hereto
Interred improvisation interrogated
Jailhouse jingles jilted jest
Keepers keep Keats' keys kept kaput
Lyrical legends languish longingly labyrinths
Mandela manuscripts metaphorical mistreatment
Notebook...
Bundled barbarically bursting bardic baileys
Caged condemned canto criminals
Detained diabolic depicters desist
Entrapped epic editors emit elegiac
Fiction friends federally facilitated forcefully
Genre generals grimly guarded gallingly
Hymnal haiku heroes hatefully held hereto
Interred improvisation interrogated
Jailhouse jingles jilted jest
Keepers keep Keats' keys kept kaput
Lyrical legends languish longingly labyrinths
Mandela manuscripts metaphorical mistreatment
Notebook...
#WritingPoetry
#prison
#NaPoWriMo2018
506 reads
0 Comments
Prisoner 2339
Prisoner 2339
They call her Bazooka
Her tits
are so big, you could
load the entire
kitchen mess
on them
and it would balance
quite
comfortably
Bazooka walks around like
she's housing
the entire
erotica section
under her
arm pits
[It's one of those things
once you've seen it, you can't unsee it]
In the first section
closest to the wash room
are the women
who write
love stories
like they're
text messages
on a WhatsApp group
One emoji in...
They call her Bazooka
Her tits
are so big, you could
load the entire
kitchen mess
on them
and it would balance
quite
comfortably
Bazooka walks around like
she's housing
the entire
erotica section
under her
arm pits
[It's one of those things
once you've seen it, you can't unsee it]
In the first section
closest to the wash room
are the women
who write
love stories
like they're
text messages
on a WhatsApp group
One emoji in...
#NaPoWriMo2018
429 reads
Child's Ghost
Only a child
trusts, believes
heart open
potential weaves
when raised
in shadow’s room
chances limited
for reaching bloom
still holds tightly
to dying light
surviving always
through darkest night
struggling will
not at fault
licking wounds
pressed with salt
innocence lost
pain real
moments pass
no time to heal
little girl gone
grown premature
weathering life
woman unsure
picking up pieces
enduring at most
clinging...
trusts, believes
heart open
potential weaves
when raised
in shadow’s room
chances limited
for reaching bloom
still holds tightly
to dying light
surviving always
through darkest night
struggling will
not at fault
licking wounds
pressed with salt
innocence lost
pain real
moments pass
no time to heal
little girl gone
grown premature
weathering life
woman unsure
picking up pieces
enduring at most
clinging...
#hope
#childhood
#NaPoWriMo2018
516 reads
3 Comments
Deep Passage
(villanelle)
formule poésie érotique 18/30
Your wells, your cataracts, my thrills decree.
By your awakened banks, my craft persuade,
Engulf me, in your swollen waves, drown me.
Its onset brought unplanned discovery,
Such majesty, no pilgrim could evade,
Your wells, your cataracts, my thrills decree.
Your valley beckons my hard company,
I will forever seek your sweet crusade,
Engulf me in your swollen waves, drown me.
Waist deep, the boat and rider’s path foresee,
How oar’s thrust moves, receiving flow...
formule poésie érotique 18/30
Your wells, your cataracts, my thrills decree.
By your awakened banks, my craft persuade,
Engulf me, in your swollen waves, drown me.
Its onset brought unplanned discovery,
Such majesty, no pilgrim could evade,
Your wells, your cataracts, my thrills decree.
Your valley beckons my hard company,
I will forever seek your sweet crusade,
Engulf me in your swollen waves, drown me.
Waist deep, the boat and rider’s path foresee,
How oar’s thrust moves, receiving flow...
#sex
#erotic
#river
#NaPoWriMo2018
#lover
591 reads
1 Comment
Generation(s)
A darkness is witness’d; forces await,
Who ne’er knew that they were blind’d of sight.
Although, ‘twas always their destiny, fate,
Had wandering mind, to seek out the light.
A world, a universe within this blight,
Of which their minion birth’d cannot compare.
The twilight that they know both day & night,
The stars send them clues to breathe in like air!
Shrivel’d pale orbs, useless were, over time,
Space travel’ing from the brain through the void.
‘All is lost’ is not the slope that they climb,
To champion...
Who ne’er knew that they were blind’d of sight.
Although, ‘twas always their destiny, fate,
Had wandering mind, to seek out the light.
A world, a universe within this blight,
Of which their minion birth’d cannot compare.
The twilight that they know both day & night,
The stars send them clues to breathe in like air!
Shrivel’d pale orbs, useless were, over time,
Space travel’ing from the brain through the void.
‘All is lost’ is not the slope that they climb,
To champion...
#love
#inspirational
#universe
#NaPoWriMo2018
#uplifting
756 reads
4 Comments
Will You?
Write some fucking poetry
will you?
Add a fucking location
protaganist
and a half assed story line
Load it
full of
metaphors
similies
alliteration
and
some fucking
raw
real
life
We're sick
of your soppy
love crap
The wind
trees
rivers
and birds
Just write some fucking poetry
will you?
end
the damn trite
you spew!
No one really
cares
how late you were
last night
or if you ate
oxtail
stew
Oh for Fuck sake ...
will you?
Add a fucking location
protaganist
and a half assed story line
Load it
full of
metaphors
similies
alliteration
and
some fucking
raw
real
life
We're sick
of your soppy
love crap
The wind
trees
rivers
and birds
Just write some fucking poetry
will you?
end
the damn trite
you spew!
No one really
cares
how late you were
last night
or if you ate
oxtail
stew
Oh for Fuck sake ...
#satirical
#NaPoWriMo2018
#SelfReflection
462 reads
Jelly Bean
Boy, you want that trophy BAD.
Yah, you heard just what I said.
But do you know what I mean,
Jelly bean?
Your path to success
Is how you express
Reads the magnet on your ‘fridge.
You got me, Stonewall?
Boy you got a nerve,
And it’s mine, ya perve!
So you go fly a kite!
Who told you you could write?
Your pet turtle named Myrtle.
But that’s an insult to turtles,
Right!
When do you find time to compose
With index finger up your ass
Or your nose? Only Kleenex...
Yah, you heard just what I said.
But do you know what I mean,
Jelly bean?
Your path to success
Is how you express
Reads the magnet on your ‘fridge.
You got me, Stonewall?
Boy you got a nerve,
And it’s mine, ya perve!
So you go fly a kite!
Who told you you could write?
Your pet turtle named Myrtle.
But that’s an insult to turtles,
Right!
When do you find time to compose
With index finger up your ass
Or your nose? Only Kleenex...
#parody
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritingPoetry #rap
#WritingPoetry #rap
554 reads
3 Comments
Miss Stress
( Articles 1 through 19 )
1
your name
is merely a #
to Me.
2
My dungeon has
nothing
made in the States.
3
Euro stitching
enriches
the contact.
4
Kindness
for weakness
you won’t get from Me.
5
Present nude
your body,
assume to Me.
6
When you
disappoint Me—
the willow switch.
7
When you
disobey Me—
Cat ‘o nine tails.
8
If you’re a good boy,
I’ll spank
the sweet spot.
9
No...
1
your name
is merely a #
to Me.
2
My dungeon has
nothing
made in the States.
3
Euro stitching
enriches
the contact.
4
Kindness
for weakness
you won’t get from Me.
5
Present nude
your body,
assume to Me.
6
When you
disappoint Me—
the willow switch.
7
When you
disobey Me—
Cat ‘o nine tails.
8
If you’re a good boy,
I’ll spank
the sweet spot.
9
No...
#sex
#erotic
#identity
#BDSM
#NaPoWriMo2018
753 reads
18 Comments
Minions of the Underground
We follow brave Ahavati as our new Achilles
and we are the Myrmidons;
pressing ever forward
despite the murmurs
and rumours of others.
Our fate is to follow
to press onwards
meeting each day's pressing need.
Words are our spears of ash;
violently striking true
yet cast aside by Time's cruel march,
linguistic prowess
marking each session
overcoming the conflict of inspiration
crashing against our syllabic shields
only to clamour again tomorrow
for our inspiration to run dry
and have us bow low...
and we are the Myrmidons;
pressing ever forward
despite the murmurs
and rumours of others.
Our fate is to follow
to press onwards
meeting each day's pressing need.
Words are our spears of ash;
violently striking true
yet cast aside by Time's cruel march,
linguistic prowess
marking each session
overcoming the conflict of inspiration
crashing against our syllabic shields
only to clamour again tomorrow
for our inspiration to run dry
and have us bow low...
#NaPoWriMo2018
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
506 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo 2018
![Ahavati Ahavati](/images/uploads/avatars_t/Ahavati.jpg?1730907303)
- View Profile
Ahavati
#NaPoWriMo2018 is curated by Ahavati (Tams).