Poems About NaPoWriMo2019 Seeking Friendly Advice
#NaPoWriMo2019
Worry
Worry
why worry
the cardboard is a little soaked
the coffee spilled
no messages "you freaking jerk"
well at least not yet
the bars are down to one
and do you even remember
you're banned
abandoned
to the streets
soiled sheets
yesterday's repeats
again and again
have you found your keys
no success
life's a mess
shivering in that hand me down dress
no one left to impress
fingers shield your eyes
the world a bust
another broken down bus ...
why worry
the cardboard is a little soaked
the coffee spilled
no messages "you freaking jerk"
well at least not yet
the bars are down to one
and do you even remember
you're banned
abandoned
to the streets
soiled sheets
yesterday's repeats
again and again
have you found your keys
no success
life's a mess
shivering in that hand me down dress
no one left to impress
fingers shield your eyes
the world a bust
another broken down bus ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Tabasco Sauce!
Tabasco sauce! Oh, what a loss:
To spill it on my desk across
The journal I’m transcribing from,
And got some on another one.
From “In•N•Out” I got the pack
With box of food in my bike rack.
Then cycled home ran up the steps
And back inside, my lunch to prep.
I can’t believe I made a mess,
This project has me under stress.
A manuscript I need to send
Before this month comes to an end.
I need to eat at home, yet still,
To do the work that pays the bills.
And lead a life that lets me be ...
To spill it on my desk across
The journal I’m transcribing from,
And got some on another one.
From “In•N•Out” I got the pack
With box of food in my bike rack.
Then cycled home ran up the steps
And back inside, my lunch to prep.
I can’t believe I made a mess,
This project has me under stress.
A manuscript I need to send
Before this month comes to an end.
I need to eat at home, yet still,
To do the work that pays the bills.
And lead a life that lets me be ...
#food
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2019
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The Gift of Dreams
The sun was already high when I woke up this morning
Feeling lighter and better than I felt yesterday
Weather was nice, sunny, warm and bright
Which helped to lift my mood from its depressed state last night
I had a good sleep and I dreamed of my mother
I remember how she looked in my dream
She was healthy and full of life
But I can't recall what we said
I am thankful for the gift of dreams
I get to see her again and feel her loving presence
Even if only for a fleeting moment in my sleep like last night
Somehow dreams comfort...
Feeling lighter and better than I felt yesterday
Weather was nice, sunny, warm and bright
Which helped to lift my mood from its depressed state last night
I had a good sleep and I dreamed of my mother
I remember how she looked in my dream
She was healthy and full of life
But I can't recall what we said
I am thankful for the gift of dreams
I get to see her again and feel her loving presence
Even if only for a fleeting moment in my sleep like last night
Somehow dreams comfort...
#love
#mother
#childhood #NaPoWriMo2019
#childhood #NaPoWriMo2019
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Snapped: Notes of an Online Journal
Snapped"
Over the holiday weekend,
A mega marathon non-stop.
Three days of “Snapped” I plan to spend
To watch betrayal till I drop.
From Friday morn’ to Sunday night
I pop some corn and stuff my face.
How those that kill knew wrong from right
By smoking gun, has my heart race.
Though true, it tends to fascinate,
Leaned to the screen in sleepless rife,
I ate too much and now I'll hate
Popcorn for the rest of my life.
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019
Over the holiday weekend,
A mega marathon non-stop.
Three days of “Snapped” I plan to spend
To watch betrayal till I drop.
From Friday morn’ to Sunday night
I pop some corn and stuff my face.
How those that kill knew wrong from right
By smoking gun, has my heart race.
Though true, it tends to fascinate,
Leaned to the screen in sleepless rife,
I ate too much and now I'll hate
Popcorn for the rest of my life.
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019
#murder
#food
#insomnia #NaPoWriMo2019
#insomnia #NaPoWriMo2019
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What Practice Will Do
Since practicing builds confidence,
I’m here to speak with pen perverse.
The more you love, spare no expense,
In strictest rhyme or freeform verse.
What makes a lover strong to stay,
Since practicing builds confidence?
With pen’s eject, both night and day,
Your words will flow in lustful tense.
Let go, don’t straddle any fence,
Each conquest counts, don’t be a saint.
Since practicing builds confidence,
From reputation, readers faint.
A poet builds on words of brawn,
I’m here to help you forward hence. ...
I’m here to speak with pen perverse.
The more you love, spare no expense,
In strictest rhyme or freeform verse.
What makes a lover strong to stay,
Since practicing builds confidence?
With pen’s eject, both night and day,
Your words will flow in lustful tense.
Let go, don’t straddle any fence,
Each conquest counts, don’t be a saint.
Since practicing builds confidence,
From reputation, readers faint.
A poet builds on words of brawn,
I’m here to help you forward hence. ...
#strength
#lover
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Bare
The flaws are what make you shine
each touch a caress of hidden design
breaths drawn, fingers enthralled
with an attention to minor detail
I'd jump thru hoops for you
as i come across your scene
mountains of perseverance
where stamina finds the seam
no more rising early to an empty slate
the sea breeze washes off the stain
new life begins again
head to toe
each crease and crevice painted
with utmost care
I brush away the hair
the fiber of my being
and lay...
each touch a caress of hidden design
breaths drawn, fingers enthralled
with an attention to minor detail
I'd jump thru hoops for you
as i come across your scene
mountains of perseverance
where stamina finds the seam
no more rising early to an empty slate
the sea breeze washes off the stain
new life begins again
head to toe
each crease and crevice painted
with utmost care
I brush away the hair
the fiber of my being
and lay...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Appositional
Appositional
(Twenty-Four of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
I still miss her
though we’ve never met.
So certain, so sure,
soon the universe will let
us touch one another
skin to skin we get
to vibrating in symbiotic
harmony.
Although-And-Yet,
we’ve never met
each other, we get;
I’ll wager a bet
the universe will let
us become a set
of Twin Flames
merging,
turning two
to one.
Yeah,
I still miss her
(she’s asleep
& 8 hrs ahead
of me) ...
(Twenty-Four of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
I still miss her
though we’ve never met.
So certain, so sure,
soon the universe will let
us touch one another
skin to skin we get
to vibrating in symbiotic
harmony.
Although-And-Yet,
we’ve never met
each other, we get;
I’ll wager a bet
the universe will let
us become a set
of Twin Flames
merging,
turning two
to one.
Yeah,
I still miss her
(she’s asleep
& 8 hrs ahead
of me) ...
#love
#LongDistanceRelationship
#IMissYou #NaPoWriMo2019
#IMissYou #NaPoWriMo2019
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Waiting For A Ring
Another day without you
what will tomorrow bring
thought a short interlude
'til upon you I can lean
Waiting for that finally call
to come and pick you up
and the silence of the lull
moments waiting how they suck
my freedom you afford
yet I'm dependent from the start
perhaps a Chevy or a Ford
and we'd not be waiting on a part.
what will tomorrow bring
thought a short interlude
'til upon you I can lean
Waiting for that finally call
to come and pick you up
and the silence of the lull
moments waiting how they suck
my freedom you afford
yet I'm dependent from the start
perhaps a Chevy or a Ford
and we'd not be waiting on a part.
#TruthOfLife
#NaPoWriMo2019
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He Shook Her World
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
For she was yet to learn his language, spun.
And it was her first time under its spell
Of silent drifts that muted out the sun.
For she was drama borne on crested waves.
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
He sought to claim the native of the caves
As if to see her risen from a shell.
He heard the siren’s words & knew them well
Upon the ocean wind of lyrics sown.
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
Would either be for love or lover flown. ...
For she was yet to learn his language, spun.
And it was her first time under its spell
Of silent drifts that muted out the sun.
For she was drama borne on crested waves.
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
He sought to claim the native of the caves
As if to see her risen from a shell.
He heard the siren’s words & knew them well
Upon the ocean wind of lyrics sown.
The time he shook her world the day snow fell,
Would either be for love or lover flown. ...
#love
#lover
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Pressed Upon My Window
Raindrops pressed upon my window
but it was locked
my eyes, scorched along with the underbrush
couldn't see
but you peered in anyways
digging deep, you found a shaft
a breech, I wasn't counting on
and you crawled across my threshold
storms weakened
and my knees grew steady for a day
morning roused and bit my tongue
but words weren't there to praise
and tongues would just get in the way
it was a touch that was needed
tenderness of heart
putting together what was apart
...
but it was locked
my eyes, scorched along with the underbrush
couldn't see
but you peered in anyways
digging deep, you found a shaft
a breech, I wasn't counting on
and you crawled across my threshold
storms weakened
and my knees grew steady for a day
morning roused and bit my tongue
but words weren't there to praise
and tongues would just get in the way
it was a touch that was needed
tenderness of heart
putting together what was apart
...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2019
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With No Other: Notes of an Online Journal
With No Other”
I give in to the time that is left.
Let me lay with you, my mother.
Let me see the stain and hold your breath
These few minutes with no other.
As I watch your eyes of cataracts
With the thoughts I cannot discern,
Why we didn't know each other then,
And never had the chance to learn.
We were both brought close again to burn.
I’m alive with you just as when,
With your silent words you hide a yearn,
You would make it happen again.
The trees are naked of leaves and hawks, ...
I give in to the time that is left.
Let me lay with you, my mother.
Let me see the stain and hold your breath
These few minutes with no other.
As I watch your eyes of cataracts
With the thoughts I cannot discern,
Why we didn't know each other then,
And never had the chance to learn.
We were both brought close again to burn.
I’m alive with you just as when,
With your silent words you hide a yearn,
You would make it happen again.
The trees are naked of leaves and hawks, ...
#mother
#daughter
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Tactility
Tactility
(Twenty-Three of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
A swallow hard from petrified mouthed fluidity
and I am giddy with delight as each cell with
in and without vibrates against the walls of
one another to the point where I don't know if
I want to vomit what little every other day
consumption is left or if I merely need to don
a warmer jacket to ward off the shivers caused
by goose bumps from our vibrating skin on skin
contact from when You touch me.
Touch me again
please...
...
(Twenty-Three of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
A swallow hard from petrified mouthed fluidity
and I am giddy with delight as each cell with
in and without vibrates against the walls of
one another to the point where I don't know if
I want to vomit what little every other day
consumption is left or if I merely need to don
a warmer jacket to ward off the shivers caused
by goose bumps from our vibrating skin on skin
contact from when You touch me.
Touch me again
please...
...
#romantic
#lover
#NaPoWriMo2019
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