Poems About NaPoWriMo2019 Seeking Honest Critique
#NaPoWriMo2019
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
25th Apr 2019 9:22pm
25th Apr 2019 9:22pm
INT/EXT
I always loved that every storm
Carries with it an edge
Where you can step in,
Or when needed, step out.
I don’t require the eye of a hurricane-
Just the existence
Of a border
I can follow as it moves.
When I need to get wet
And feel it fall upon my skin,
I will step in,
Possibly further, walk about.
But at some point
I’ll find that edge again,
Strip the storm off of my limbs,
Lie back and reflect upon the view.
#napowrimo2019
Carries with it an edge
Where you can step in,
Or when needed, step out.
I don’t require the eye of a hurricane-
Just the existence
Of a border
I can follow as it moves.
When I need to get wet
And feel it fall upon my skin,
I will step in,
Possibly further, walk about.
But at some point
I’ll find that edge again,
Strip the storm off of my limbs,
Lie back and reflect upon the view.
#napowrimo2019
#anxiety
#storm
#LifeCycle
#metaphor
#NaPoWriMo2019
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8 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
25th Apr 2019 8:34pm
25th Apr 2019 8:34pm
Dead Language
Dear reader I bring sad tidings,
as the future holds not hope
but the death of taste and art
where the vox populi
continuously murder language
each lazy shortcut
yet another knife into the noble body
that was once revered and worshipped
but will fall
to be trampled and besmirched underfoot
lying unheeded and hidden
beneath the ugly sounds
that blanket the land
a foul pox spread from one to another,
this accursed miasma
so entwined within the general populace
that to be without its insidious taint
to be...
as the future holds not hope
but the death of taste and art
where the vox populi
continuously murder language
each lazy shortcut
yet another knife into the noble body
that was once revered and worshipped
but will fall
to be trampled and besmirched underfoot
lying unheeded and hidden
beneath the ugly sounds
that blanket the land
a foul pox spread from one to another,
this accursed miasma
so entwined within the general populace
that to be without its insidious taint
to be...
#PowerOfWords
#NaPoWriMo2019
616 reads
7 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
25th Apr 2019 3:46pm
25th Apr 2019 3:46pm
Acrobats and Circus Clowns: Day Twenty-Five
(villanelle)
Just graceful acrobats and circus clowns,
Loquacious lovers hung in trapeze words,
Our tongues do dance, our verses sweet go down.
In paddocks gait, the boys in harness pound
And swish hard tails with every quat incurred,
Just graceful acrobats and circus clowns.
Our fashion leather tight in phrases bound,
In high-heeled whip and scrape and stroke reserved,
Our tongues do dance, our verses sweet go down.
The way we whisper in each other’s sounds,
Our subtle understated...
Just graceful acrobats and circus clowns,
Loquacious lovers hung in trapeze words,
Our tongues do dance, our verses sweet go down.
In paddocks gait, the boys in harness pound
And swish hard tails with every quat incurred,
Just graceful acrobats and circus clowns.
Our fashion leather tight in phrases bound,
In high-heeled whip and scrape and stroke reserved,
Our tongues do dance, our verses sweet go down.
The way we whisper in each other’s sounds,
Our subtle understated...
#sex
#WritingPoetry
#collaboration #NaPoWriMo2019
#collaboration #NaPoWriMo2019
563 reads
1 Comment
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
25th Apr 2019 3:00pm
25th Apr 2019 3:00pm
Fair seas and dread naught
Fair seas and dread naught
but the devastating strike of God.
May the first blood be drawn
by the die hard and unsinkable and fireproof.
May there be a clear sky
for the proud solo warrior
whose close quarters expertise
will see their enemy defeated
in a withering hail of fire
and be unto the foe as though
the very kraken was unleashed.
but the devastating strike of God.
May the first blood be drawn
by the die hard and unsinkable and fireproof.
May there be a clear sky
for the proud solo warrior
whose close quarters expertise
will see their enemy defeated
in a withering hail of fire
and be unto the foe as though
the very kraken was unleashed.
#war
#water
#NaPoWriMo2019
489 reads
4 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
25th Apr 2019 11:47am
25th Apr 2019 11:47am
The Royal Households Of ...
Things got bad. The king
insisted all palace pillows
be stuffed with feathers
from angels’ wings -
So they were shot down
wings hacked off
like shark or dolphins’ fins
for soup or strange medicines.
The British Foreign Office Minister condemned
the Saudi’s mass-execution this week
of 37 prisoners for ‘spying’, etc
but when pressed on selling weapons
used by Saudis to bomb Yemen
forgot to mention it was because
there were no more angels left
to protect the Yemeni...
insisted all palace pillows
be stuffed with feathers
from angels’ wings -
So they were shot down
wings hacked off
like shark or dolphins’ fins
for soup or strange medicines.
The British Foreign Office Minister condemned
the Saudi’s mass-execution this week
of 37 prisoners for ‘spying’, etc
but when pressed on selling weapons
used by Saudis to bomb Yemen
forgot to mention it was because
there were no more angels left
to protect the Yemeni...
#politics
#war
#NaPoWriMo2019
840 reads
16 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
25th Apr 2019 8:01am
25th Apr 2019 8:01am
Purdah Precipitation
Purdah Precipitation
(Twenty-Five of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
Ever notice how soothing falling rain
is when you’re lonely or merely alone?
Sharing comes easy with the precips
no one to make promises not to tell
and hiding behind the dark clouds is
always allowed.
Sometimes I might cover myself
with rolls of thunder lightning my way
when my path appears unclear.
I can never imagine ever being fearful
of the rain accompanied by storm clouds
rolling thunder, claps of lightning, ...
(Twenty-Five of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
Ever notice how soothing falling rain
is when you’re lonely or merely alone?
Sharing comes easy with the precips
no one to make promises not to tell
and hiding behind the dark clouds is
always allowed.
Sometimes I might cover myself
with rolls of thunder lightning my way
when my path appears unclear.
I can never imagine ever being fearful
of the rain accompanied by storm clouds
rolling thunder, claps of lightning, ...
#rain
#storm
#SelfDiscovery #NaPoWriMo2019
#SelfDiscovery #NaPoWriMo2019
540 reads
16 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
25th Apr 2019 7:44am
25th Apr 2019 7:44am
Lakeside 24/30
Most mornings, the pinched pointer
and thumb opens slowly, stutters
as blinks, relapses.
Rise the pointer and thumb, both curved,
move past the arm, the horizon.
Two pointers and thumbs, both curved
deign the placement of a lake, but first
stress water.
This also denotes the moon, first
framing the face and moving it
above your head. We put ourselves there.
And you move it towards you, as a setting
for a plate. Eat
Awaken, rise, view, eat. A circle-shaped seeing.
A train zooms by- set...
and thumb opens slowly, stutters
as blinks, relapses.
Rise the pointer and thumb, both curved,
move past the arm, the horizon.
Two pointers and thumbs, both curved
deign the placement of a lake, but first
stress water.
This also denotes the moon, first
framing the face and moving it
above your head. We put ourselves there.
And you move it towards you, as a setting
for a plate. Eat
Awaken, rise, view, eat. A circle-shaped seeing.
A train zooms by- set...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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3 Comments
rosegold
Poem Published
25th Apr 2019 3:19am
25th Apr 2019 3:19am
hibernation
I'm taking a nap
I'm not sure how long
at least an hour
I can't go wrong
I'm pretty tired
so maybe two
or three hours
it's just a few
I'm so groggy
I could sleep all day
I think I will
it'll be okay
next morning
I still need more rest
maybe in a week
I'll be feeling my best
I keep hitting snooze
and the months go by
this hibernation
has become my life
I'm not sure how long
at least an hour
I can't go wrong
I'm pretty tired
so maybe two
or three hours
it's just a few
I'm so groggy
I could sleep all day
I think I will
it'll be okay
next morning
I still need more rest
maybe in a week
I'll be feeling my best
I keep hitting snooze
and the months go by
this hibernation
has become my life
#depression
#sleep
#apathy #NaPoWriMo2019
#apathy #NaPoWriMo2019
650 reads
2 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 9:50pm
24th Apr 2019 9:50pm
Step to it
I don't mind walking,
if there is enough time
I would much prefer to take the scenic route,
although with this nose
I will hardly be able to smell the roses,
there are more efficient modes of travel
but what good are a pair of legs
if you do not stretch them
once in a while?
I say walk,
but in reality
its more of a quick skittering
mixed with a purposeful march
out from some subsection
of the ministry of funny walks.
See I don't mind walking
but I do mind waiting
or even worse, being late, ...
if there is enough time
I would much prefer to take the scenic route,
although with this nose
I will hardly be able to smell the roses,
there are more efficient modes of travel
but what good are a pair of legs
if you do not stretch them
once in a while?
I say walk,
but in reality
its more of a quick skittering
mixed with a purposeful march
out from some subsection
of the ministry of funny walks.
See I don't mind walking
but I do mind waiting
or even worse, being late, ...
#myself
#travel
#SelfReflection #NaPoWriMo2019
#SelfReflection #NaPoWriMo2019
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 9:48pm
24th Apr 2019 9:48pm
Indiana Worms
Deep in sepulchral tombs
they lie, hidden from prying eyes
the type of treasure
that belongs in a museum,
should a budding archaeologist
be able to worm their way down there,
past rusting machine machines
that spill half desiccated socks
and toasters that with a ping
fling long forgotten crumbs
as weighty microwaves once wedged
threaten to thump down from above
squashing would be intruders
quashing hopes of discovery,
lying behind these traps
are riches beyond compare:
pristine and complete cookbooks
on how...
they lie, hidden from prying eyes
the type of treasure
that belongs in a museum,
should a budding archaeologist
be able to worm their way down there,
past rusting machine machines
that spill half desiccated socks
and toasters that with a ping
fling long forgotten crumbs
as weighty microwaves once wedged
threaten to thump down from above
squashing would be intruders
quashing hopes of discovery,
lying behind these traps
are riches beyond compare:
pristine and complete cookbooks
on how...
#culture
#NaPoWriMo2019
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0 Comments
rosegold
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 7:19pm
24th Apr 2019 7:19pm
peace and quiet
I wanted peace and quiet-
the noise stopped but
I still can't turn off the
damned ringing in my ears
or hush the constant whisper of thoughts
telling me things I don't want to hear
I listen hardest in silence
lulled by sound's absence
there's so much more than
simply voices or notes
the music I long for never plays
instead,
I get
unsettling beats
ghost tunes to fill the
emptiness in the air
maybe there's no such thing
as peace and quiet
the noise stopped but
I still can't turn off the
damned ringing in my ears
or hush the constant whisper of thoughts
telling me things I don't want to hear
I listen hardest in silence
lulled by sound's absence
there's so much more than
simply voices or notes
the music I long for never plays
instead,
I get
unsettling beats
ghost tunes to fill the
emptiness in the air
maybe there's no such thing
as peace and quiet
#anxiety
#silence
#peace #NaPoWriMo2019
#peace #NaPoWriMo2019
645 reads
2 Comments
rosegold
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 7:18pm
24th Apr 2019 7:18pm
hourglass
Whenever we're together, I'm constantly
watching the clock, dreading the
impending moment when I'll
inevitably have to leave
you and return to my
lonely, dark room.
It's like there's
a glaring
hourglass
keeping watch
to make sure I don't
relax or have too much fun
reminding me that my time is
running out, and my peace will not last.
When the last grain falls, I count the ticking
seconds until I can turn it over again with you
watching the clock, dreading the
impending moment when I'll
inevitably have to leave
you and return to my
lonely, dark room.
It's like there's
a glaring
hourglass
keeping watch
to make sure I don't
relax or have too much fun
reminding me that my time is
running out, and my peace will not last.
When the last grain falls, I count the ticking
seconds until I can turn it over again with you
#anxiety
#loneliness
#separation #NaPoWriMo2019
#separation #NaPoWriMo2019
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