NaPoWriMo2018 Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#NaPoWriMo2018
napowrimo2018 published by members recently online poems.
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
1053 reads
12 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
1053 reads
12 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
1053 reads
12 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
1053 reads
12 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
1st May 2018 10:54pm
1st May 2018 10:54pm
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
976 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
1st May 2018 10:54pm
1st May 2018 10:54pm
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
976 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
1st May 2018 10:54pm
1st May 2018 10:54pm
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
976 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
1st May 2018 10:54pm
1st May 2018 10:54pm
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
976 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
1st May 2018 10:54pm
1st May 2018 10:54pm
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
976 reads
4 Comments
mel44
Melgar
Melgar
Poem Published
10th May 2018 2:26pm
10th May 2018 2:26pm
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
676 reads
10 Comments
mel44
Melgar
Melgar
Poem Published
10th May 2018 2:26pm
10th May 2018 2:26pm
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
676 reads
10 Comments
mel44
Melgar
Melgar
Poem Published
10th May 2018 2:26pm
10th May 2018 2:26pm
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
676 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : NaPoWriMo2018 Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#NaPoWriMo2018 is curated by Ahavati.
