National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo 2019
#NaPoWriMo2019
Poems taking part in NaPoWriMo and GloPoWriMo 2019. 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).
thepositivelydark
Poem Published
1st Apr 2019 2:52am
1st Apr 2019 2:52am
Gateway
The story starts:
Swaying on a street dark and lonely
Under rain, barely in it, very out of it.
I hum along to the songs I keep
For moments like this -
I twisted my hands -
Scraped and bloodied and I tried
To catch
My breath
In the freezing.
I sat down to hold the sobs in,
And old neon lights and dreams taunt me,
Then -
Darkness.
In front of me, blocking glaring
Lights -
He offered a hand -
Sinister smile knowing -
And I took it.
Eyes,
They see something. ...
Swaying on a street dark and lonely
Under rain, barely in it, very out of it.
I hum along to the songs I keep
For moments like this -
I twisted my hands -
Scraped and bloodied and I tried
To catch
My breath
In the freezing.
I sat down to hold the sobs in,
And old neon lights and dreams taunt me,
Then -
Darkness.
In front of me, blocking glaring
Lights -
He offered a hand -
Sinister smile knowing -
And I took it.
Eyes,
They see something. ...
#depression
#dark
#bipolar
#narrative
#NaPoWriMo2019
939 reads
13 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Apr 2019 5:20am
1st Apr 2019 5:20am
[ NaPoWriMo - 2019 Collection ] Proverbs
For in much wisdom is much grief:
and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
~ Ecclesiastes 1:18, Holy Bible, KJV
Forward
What is a Proverb
but common sense—
recorded experience
of life and legacy
for the next generation
to heed the cause
Through patterns we create
an anthology; pithy compilations
outlining morality—
behavioral blueprints
drafted from Being—
advancing or repeating
dependent upon attaining
vibrations attracted
by our very thinking
...
and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
~ Ecclesiastes 1:18, Holy Bible, KJV
Forward
What is a Proverb
but common sense—
recorded experience
of life and legacy
for the next generation
to heed the cause
Through patterns we create
an anthology; pithy compilations
outlining morality—
behavioral blueprints
drafted from Being—
advancing or repeating
dependent upon attaining
vibrations attracted
by our very thinking
...
#universe
#spiritual
#wisdom
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
2160 reads
36 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
1st Apr 2019 8:07am
1st Apr 2019 8:07am
Damn Dolor
(One of 30 -- NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019)
Damn Dolor
Finally towel'd out the wet from
my face and spiritual heart --
most often a suture to keep in
blood, grief...........healing
I've been trying to close out
all the yesterdays that
seemingly serve no purpose
other than reminders
of painful loss.
Damn haunting memories
keep getting in my way;
i realize people come and go
liken to a picture show.
They enter and i get to
love them in the beginning.
However, there's always...
Damn Dolor
Finally towel'd out the wet from
my face and spiritual heart --
most often a suture to keep in
blood, grief...........healing
I've been trying to close out
all the yesterdays that
seemingly serve no purpose
other than reminders
of painful loss.
Damn haunting memories
keep getting in my way;
i realize people come and go
liken to a picture show.
They enter and i get to
love them in the beginning.
However, there's always...
#grief
#SelfReflection
#healing #NaPoWriMo2019
#healing #NaPoWriMo2019
774 reads
14 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
1st Apr 2019 10:39am
1st Apr 2019 10:39am
April in Rockhollow
Title: April in Rockhollow
One of Thirty
Unique words: Eighty-eight
#NaPoWriMo2019
The gate is open, great tits sing within,
hidden in branches of Apple and Cherry,
a blossom such unblemished white is not to be missed,
in the shelter of this sunken garden.
You can admire small tadpoles at the edges of our pool,
or bumblebees with heads sunk into Aubrietia,
see an odd butterfly resting on the dandelion speckled lawn
as a scared squirrel dashes by.
Forget me nots and nigella are...
One of Thirty
Unique words: Eighty-eight
#NaPoWriMo2019
The gate is open, great tits sing within,
hidden in branches of Apple and Cherry,
a blossom such unblemished white is not to be missed,
in the shelter of this sunken garden.
You can admire small tadpoles at the edges of our pool,
or bumblebees with heads sunk into Aubrietia,
see an odd butterfly resting on the dandelion speckled lawn
as a scared squirrel dashes by.
Forget me nots and nigella are...
#birds
#nature
#freedom #NaPoWriMo2019
#freedom #NaPoWriMo2019
542 reads
14 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
1st Apr 2019 11:18am
1st Apr 2019 11:18am
More Than Feelings
It's more than just feelings
that float between the two of us.
It's a shared tongue
sifting thru the darkness
soaking up the sun
gifting of an ear
when words are only words
but each other's company
is worth more than their weight in gold.
It's not just the way we long to embrace
or how I love the simple smile upon your face.
You know I think you beautiful
and you set my heart aglow
the beats go on forever
but not for the reasons you may know.
You're the shadow holding on to...
that float between the two of us.
It's a shared tongue
sifting thru the darkness
soaking up the sun
gifting of an ear
when words are only words
but each other's company
is worth more than their weight in gold.
It's not just the way we long to embrace
or how I love the simple smile upon your face.
You know I think you beautiful
and you set my heart aglow
the beats go on forever
but not for the reasons you may know.
You're the shadow holding on to...
#love
#BestFriend
#admiration #NaPoWriMo2019
#admiration #NaPoWriMo2019
983 reads
24 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
1st Apr 2019 1:28pm
1st Apr 2019 1:28pm
Inception - Day One
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun
But still they flare, their flame to call us back
To places’ time where fear would have us run,
In dancers’ time that breathless feeds our lack.
The Ancient Eagle cries and mountains ring,
As if their screams might sing our worlds to dust.
My heart picks up their song and so I sing,
And beat the drums and dance this ancient lust.
With somber screams no wounded night will hear,
From mountain smoke and bone and mud I wake,
To join the hymn of flesh and love severe,
To...
But still they flare, their flame to call us back
To places’ time where fear would have us run,
In dancers’ time that breathless feeds our lack.
The Ancient Eagle cries and mountains ring,
As if their screams might sing our worlds to dust.
My heart picks up their song and so I sing,
And beat the drums and dance this ancient lust.
With somber screams no wounded night will hear,
From mountain smoke and bone and mud I wake,
To join the hymn of flesh and love severe,
To...
#birth
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2019
659 reads
8 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
1st Apr 2019 5:24pm
1st Apr 2019 5:24pm
Becoming A Poet: Notes of an Online Journal
Becoming A Poet"
I’m not sure just when it started
But I knew this would be the best part.
A feeling, being down hearted,
Was about to be rendered as art.
I don’t know where it had come from,
If it slid down a chimney one day.
Did it march in, beating a drum,
Were there children outside fit to play.
I’m not sure how it created
The inspiration deep within me.
I felt the muse had related,
And was ready to set my soul free.
I don’t know just why it turned on, ...
I’m not sure just when it started
But I knew this would be the best part.
A feeling, being down hearted,
Was about to be rendered as art.
I don’t know where it had come from,
If it slid down a chimney one day.
Did it march in, beating a drum,
Were there children outside fit to play.
I’m not sure how it created
The inspiration deep within me.
I felt the muse had related,
And was ready to set my soul free.
I don’t know just why it turned on, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
617 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 20th Nov 2022 4:31am
1st Apr 2019 9:42pm
1st Apr 2019 9:42pm
Super Man's Last Flight
The B-24s, the Liberators,
The Second World War’s incinerators,
They dropped bombs all over the Pacific,
They were key to winning the war,
Legendary amid the corps,
They created a hell on earth that was horrific.
But the service men called them “flying coffins”,
Odds of surviving these missions weren’t too great,
And of all the glories of the men who told their stories,
This is the account of Super Man’s crew and their fate…
Phil and Cuppernell piloted the plane,
Lambert in the tail, Nelson along for the ride,...
The Second World War’s incinerators,
They dropped bombs all over the Pacific,
They were key to winning the war,
Legendary amid the corps,
They created a hell on earth that was horrific.
But the service men called them “flying coffins”,
Odds of surviving these missions weren’t too great,
And of all the glories of the men who told their stories,
This is the account of Super Man’s crew and their fate…
Phil and Cuppernell piloted the plane,
Lambert in the tail, Nelson along for the ride,...
#courage
#fate
#NaPoWriMo2019
1042 reads
6 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
1st Apr 2019 9:49pm
1st Apr 2019 9:49pm
Words Over A Bridge
Dug the wily wizard guards the bridge:
standing watch over the Bridge of Stanzas
ever vigilant so that only the true poet may pass
while the rest can only gaze at the greener grass.
To prove that they are a poet true
three trialling testing challenges must be passed
that is all Dub asks for those who wish to pass.
Yet budding poet beware;
these terrifying tests have sent some mad
the writing strain proving too much for their brain.
Along came the first contestant,
dressed in fine Oriental garb
though in truth from central...
standing watch over the Bridge of Stanzas
ever vigilant so that only the true poet may pass
while the rest can only gaze at the greener grass.
To prove that they are a poet true
three trialling testing challenges must be passed
that is all Dub asks for those who wish to pass.
Yet budding poet beware;
these terrifying tests have sent some mad
the writing strain proving too much for their brain.
Along came the first contestant,
dressed in fine Oriental garb
though in truth from central...
#PowerOfWords
#NaPoWriMo2019
711 reads
8 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
1st Apr 2019 10:56pm
1st Apr 2019 10:56pm
TWO WORLDS, SIMULTANEOUS
i.
Walking on the Malecón
where everything is in a state
of decay and yet at once
so rambunctiously alive,
eyeing all the 1950s
American land-yachts,
carefully-yet-frugally maintained
because they have to be—
I feel at peace with the play
between entropic nature
and human technology, humbled
in La Habana, Cuba.
ii.
My parked company car’s
rear passenger window got smashed
(2018 model, fancy).
The window was pretty cheap to fix-
but flecks and...
Walking on the Malecón
where everything is in a state
of decay and yet at once
so rambunctiously alive,
eyeing all the 1950s
American land-yachts,
carefully-yet-frugally maintained
because they have to be—
I feel at peace with the play
between entropic nature
and human technology, humbled
in La Habana, Cuba.
ii.
My parked company car’s
rear passenger window got smashed
(2018 model, fancy).
The window was pretty cheap to fix-
but flecks and...
#technology
#America
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
519 reads
9 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2019 3:12am
2nd Apr 2019 3:12am
Night by Water
Title: Night by Water
Two of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred and Ten
#NaPoWriMo2019
In the night, where red drips upon cream dress
I walk barefoot
beyond Rockhollow's garden gate, along the winding path of the reserve,
across thick litter and seaweed leaving stains upon calves,
to observe the boats beneath the New Moon.
I feist on the lapping of water,
it calms the war drum of my vessel.
I dance upon slate dressed canvas,
paint my face in stinking estuary soil.
I imagine you there across the bay ...
Two of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred and Ten
#NaPoWriMo2019
In the night, where red drips upon cream dress
I walk barefoot
beyond Rockhollow's garden gate, along the winding path of the reserve,
across thick litter and seaweed leaving stains upon calves,
to observe the boats beneath the New Moon.
I feist on the lapping of water,
it calms the war drum of my vessel.
I dance upon slate dressed canvas,
paint my face in stinking estuary soil.
I imagine you there across the bay ...
#earth
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2019
586 reads
11 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2019 8:13am
2nd Apr 2019 8:13am
A New Waste
There’s nothing and everything traditional
about myself. And even though you bring me
rare and exotic offerings to this table of myself,
of a retentive spirit with suspicions, I sniff
at your lack of knowledge of such cuisine.
I turn to race to the high country for fresh air
and a barn-sour mode of transportation
before my city insides knot. Yet in my flight
I feel the pull as my primitive hunger gets the
better of my expired wanderlust despite your
patrician ignorance. This naked nature’s girl
sick with drink in the wilderness....
about myself. And even though you bring me
rare and exotic offerings to this table of myself,
of a retentive spirit with suspicions, I sniff
at your lack of knowledge of such cuisine.
I turn to race to the high country for fresh air
and a barn-sour mode of transportation
before my city insides knot. Yet in my flight
I feel the pull as my primitive hunger gets the
better of my expired wanderlust despite your
patrician ignorance. This naked nature’s girl
sick with drink in the wilderness....
#relationships
#lover
#NaPoWriMo2019
716 reads
10 Comments
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