Poems About NaPoWriMo2019 Seeking Honest Critique
#NaPoWriMo2019
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 5:16pm
30th Apr 2019 5:16pm
Worm Work
I wake up early in the morning
but after the birds have started twittering;
I don't wake up that early
as that is unhealthy
- the early bird gets the worm,
I have a quick breakfast
of some sustenance
and mug of mud to wash it down
then suit up so I am well suited for my job,
before I leave my little piece of land I call home
to join in the everyday rat race
where I take the underground
to then go about my work
just like everyone else around me;
to even the eagle eyed
I am just another worm and lowlife
hardly of...
but after the birds have started twittering;
I don't wake up that early
as that is unhealthy
- the early bird gets the worm,
I have a quick breakfast
of some sustenance
and mug of mud to wash it down
then suit up so I am well suited for my job,
before I leave my little piece of land I call home
to join in the everyday rat race
where I take the underground
to then go about my work
just like everyone else around me;
to even the eagle eyed
I am just another worm and lowlife
hardly of...
#TruthOfLife
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 3:19pm
30th Apr 2019 3:19pm
Catena Rondo: How Dim These Lights Might Seem: Day Thirty
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun
But still they flare, their flame to call us back
In dancers’ time that breathless feeds our lack.
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun.
But still they flare, their flame to call us back,
These words that endless run from day to day
That perfect find their time but will not stay,
But still they flare, their flame to call us back.
These words that endless run from day to day,
That stand when all have left us here alone,
In greying light and dying day like stone, ...
But still they flare, their flame to call us back
In dancers’ time that breathless feeds our lack.
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun.
But still they flare, their flame to call us back,
These words that endless run from day to day
That perfect find their time but will not stay,
But still they flare, their flame to call us back.
These words that endless run from day to day,
That stand when all have left us here alone,
In greying light and dying day like stone, ...
#memorial
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
581 reads
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 1:52pm
30th Apr 2019 1:52pm
Free 30-Day NaPo Trial
The authorities wish to inform
your 30-day trial’s now over
let life be returned to a norm -
sleep sound and drink tea and recover
The nightmares will slowly recede
as ‘fifty’ becomes just a number
no longer invoking a scream
when waking in midst of your slumber
And as for that stressed word ‘unique’
with word-counts that trouble on-line
it sits next to ‘unisex’ — peak
in the dictionary — everything’s fine
Please note that the 30-day trial
required lots of sweat by a team
who ran it with ever...
your 30-day trial’s now over
let life be returned to a norm -
sleep sound and drink tea and recover
The nightmares will slowly recede
as ‘fifty’ becomes just a number
no longer invoking a scream
when waking in midst of your slumber
And as for that stressed word ‘unique’
with word-counts that trouble on-line
it sits next to ‘unisex’ — peak
in the dictionary — everything’s fine
Please note that the 30-day trial
required lots of sweat by a team
who ran it with ever...
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
#rhyming
693 reads
18 Comments
rosegold
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 8:34am
30th Apr 2019 8:34am
treasured memories
strolling along sandy edges
of eternal waves lapping at feet,
reminiscing on simpler times
collecting bits and pieces of memories
as pretty, shiny seashells
and smooth, colorful stones
to hold and admire in wet, salty hands
and keep safe in pockets
then toss them in the
treasure pile, back home
a beautiful hoard of days gone by
good and bad, happy and sad
all mixed up together in one box
of precious moments past,
minutes to last as long as
the aging mind will let them
of eternal waves lapping at feet,
reminiscing on simpler times
collecting bits and pieces of memories
as pretty, shiny seashells
and smooth, colorful stones
to hold and admire in wet, salty hands
and keep safe in pockets
then toss them in the
treasure pile, back home
a beautiful hoard of days gone by
good and bad, happy and sad
all mixed up together in one box
of precious moments past,
minutes to last as long as
the aging mind will let them
#beach
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2019
739 reads
7 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 7:11am
30th Apr 2019 7:11am
Rockhollow Series: End of April
End of April
*Warm, dry sunny day
Highlights of the day: Acer pseudoplatanus, Solomon's Seal flower, ladybirds on raspberry cane, seagull flying low toward my bedroom window.
I was woken by birds, a soft, cool breeze
seeking me out from an unsealed window -
was woken by an almost light and a plan for the day.
In no rush, I perched on the end of my bed, gripped the mattress
with weathered fingertips,
rocked,
watched
seagulls flock above sycamores -
their upside down turrets dangling.
I admired ...
*Warm, dry sunny day
Highlights of the day: Acer pseudoplatanus, Solomon's Seal flower, ladybirds on raspberry cane, seagull flying low toward my bedroom window.
I was woken by birds, a soft, cool breeze
seeking me out from an unsealed window -
was woken by an almost light and a plan for the day.
In no rush, I perched on the end of my bed, gripped the mattress
with weathered fingertips,
rocked,
watched
seagulls flock above sycamores -
their upside down turrets dangling.
I admired ...
#strength
#hope
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
517 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
Lakeside 29/30
And the wind soughing in the trees
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2019
11 reads
3 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 00:04am
30th Apr 2019 00:04am
4/29/19
You get out of bed at 6:45.
Make that 7:00, 7:15-
I know it’s not easy
And I might have to nudge you.
Eat a bite, get dressed,
Brush your teeth
And then we go.
Finding parking can be tough
But it always works out
In the end.
I open your door,
And we walk up together.
You don’t have to hold my hand.
Those days are over, I suppose.
But you still hold my finger
And you hold it tight,
All the way
Until I let you go
At the doorway to Room 9.
BRINGING MY SON TO KINDERGARTEN
...
Make that 7:00, 7:15-
I know it’s not easy
And I might have to nudge you.
Eat a bite, get dressed,
Brush your teeth
And then we go.
Finding parking can be tough
But it always works out
In the end.
I open your door,
And we walk up together.
You don’t have to hold my hand.
Those days are over, I suppose.
But you still hold my finger
And you hold it tight,
All the way
Until I let you go
At the doorway to Room 9.
BRINGING MY SON TO KINDERGARTEN
...
#NaPoWriMo2019
#ILoveYou
614 reads
13 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
29th Apr 2019 9:32pm
29th Apr 2019 9:32pm
Rockhollow Series: Space of Destot
Title: Space of Destot
Twenty-Nine of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred
#NaPoWriMo19
There's been a deep changing
in more than weather and roots,
my nerves, my drive and tempo -
all utterly immersed. In the way
this Earth she
dances upon a natural beat
so too, in this retreat, does my heart,
my bare, muddy feet.
I've been watching the light sink
and give way to darker hue
whilst feeding Horace the Hedgehog
and updating an aged garden journal. In the silence,
single bird song
or moving car...
Twenty-Nine of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred
#NaPoWriMo19
There's been a deep changing
in more than weather and roots,
my nerves, my drive and tempo -
all utterly immersed. In the way
this Earth she
dances upon a natural beat
so too, in this retreat, does my heart,
my bare, muddy feet.
I've been watching the light sink
and give way to darker hue
whilst feeding Horace the Hedgehog
and updating an aged garden journal. In the silence,
single bird song
or moving car...
#motherhood
#identity
#earth
#gratitude
#NaPoWriMo2019
466 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Apr 2019 6:39pm
29th Apr 2019 6:39pm
Atomic Breath
#politics
#CallToAction
#freedom
#HumanRights
#NaPoWriMo2019
546 reads
6 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
29th Apr 2019 5:14pm
29th Apr 2019 5:14pm
Some say....
Some say that he has no idea of meter
and that he only thinks in haikus
that his hearts ticks like a typewriter
and he writes only using alphabetti spaghetti
and can write a seven volume anthology in one hour,
Some say that he has no passport
and is the true emperor of America
that he actually is the writer behind all vampire fanfiction
and his house is made entirely of signed first editions
and his tongue is inscribed with every limerick,
Some say he knows every past particle through marriage
and his favourite novel is Hemmingway's...
and that he only thinks in haikus
that his hearts ticks like a typewriter
and he writes only using alphabetti spaghetti
and can write a seven volume anthology in one hour,
Some say that he has no passport
and is the true emperor of America
that he actually is the writer behind all vampire fanfiction
and his house is made entirely of signed first editions
and his tongue is inscribed with every limerick,
Some say he knows every past particle through marriage
and his favourite novel is Hemmingway's...
#NaPoWriMo2019
768 reads
9 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
29th Apr 2019 4:44pm
29th Apr 2019 4:44pm
Spheres as Sweet as Sun: Day Twenty-Nine
(quatern)
In morning rise, her spheres as sweet as sun,
That breathless sing with softest lips caress,
Hard alabaster, edged in foreign tongue,
And complex lines still other tongue's possess.
I’m up with dawning's wake of her first sight,
In morning rise, her spheres as sweet as sun,
And in her circled smiles I spend my night,
In cultured gifts, that end what love's begun.
How quick her morning rush with words undone
That comes in waves from visions' true express,
In morning rise, her spheres as sweet as sun. ...
In morning rise, her spheres as sweet as sun,
That breathless sing with softest lips caress,
Hard alabaster, edged in foreign tongue,
And complex lines still other tongue's possess.
I’m up with dawning's wake of her first sight,
In morning rise, her spheres as sweet as sun,
And in her circled smiles I spend my night,
In cultured gifts, that end what love's begun.
How quick her morning rush with words undone
That comes in waves from visions' true express,
In morning rise, her spheres as sweet as sun. ...
#sex
#morning
#NaPoWriMo2019
473 reads
1 Comment
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
29th Apr 2019 3:12pm
29th Apr 2019 3:12pm
Quatern Nr.06 — Age of Taboos
This is the age of many taboos
hiding behind that old smokescreen ‘denier’
stifling debate and contorting your views
stoking emotions yet higher and higher
Don’t talk of structural evil imposed
this is the age of many taboos
doors to our freedoms are constantly closed
limiting options still open to choose
Confusion is sown through the fakery news
people bewildered are reaching for pills
this is the age of many taboos
with knock-on effects for our communal ills ...
hiding behind that old smokescreen ‘denier’
stifling debate and contorting your views
stoking emotions yet higher and higher
Don’t talk of structural evil imposed
this is the age of many taboos
doors to our freedoms are constantly closed
limiting options still open to choose
Confusion is sown through the fakery news
people bewildered are reaching for pills
this is the age of many taboos
with knock-on effects for our communal ills ...
#politics
#art
#NaPoWriMo2019
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16 Comments
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