Poems About NaPoWriMo2019 Seeking Honest Critique
#NaPoWriMo2019
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 6:24pm
24th Apr 2019 6:24pm
MEADS AROUND THE WORLD
Tej is a mead from Ethiopia
While mjød is the word for it in Denmark
Medica if you’re in Slovenia
In Poland it is weak- called Poltorak
Sima is from Finland and has lemon
Though some would rather call that melomel
If bees are not around try Acerglyn
(Assuming you have tappable maple)
Pitarilla sounds wild- a Mayan mead
Made with bark of glorious balché tree-
The more I learn the more I feel the need
To put each honey spirit into me!
#napowrimo2019
While mjød is the word for it in Denmark
Medica if you’re in Slovenia
In Poland it is weak- called Poltorak
Sima is from Finland and has lemon
Though some would rather call that melomel
If bees are not around try Acerglyn
(Assuming you have tappable maple)
Pitarilla sounds wild- a Mayan mead
Made with bark of glorious balché tree-
The more I learn the more I feel the need
To put each honey spirit into me!
#napowrimo2019
#spiritual
#alcohol
#bees #NaPoWriMo2019
#bees #NaPoWriMo2019
525 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 5:15pm
24th Apr 2019 5:15pm
Dreaming in Color (a sonnet)
I dream in color, in all shades and hues,
With vivid and palpable emotions,
Where the fantasies are for me to choose,
With more profound depth than all the oceans.
I relish in the pervasive visions,
That fill my heart with gladness and delight,
Kindly planning with exact precisions,
The colors offer the dream quite the sprite.
I delve into the imagination,
With all abandon, passion, thirst and lust,
In the trance I find complete elation,
With a grand design I’ve come to entrust
In each of us there’s a secret fire,
That in...
With vivid and palpable emotions,
Where the fantasies are for me to choose,
With more profound depth than all the oceans.
I relish in the pervasive visions,
That fill my heart with gladness and delight,
Kindly planning with exact precisions,
The colors offer the dream quite the sprite.
I delve into the imagination,
With all abandon, passion, thirst and lust,
In the trance I find complete elation,
With a grand design I’ve come to entrust
In each of us there’s a secret fire,
That in...
#lust
#dreams
#NaPoWriMo2019
697 reads
8 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 4:30pm
24th Apr 2019 4:30pm
Of Words Like Knives: Day Twenty-Four
Of words like knives once edged in folded steel,
Of words that pump like blood from heart’s extract,
Of words that tear the night from rage revealed,
Of words that wail with stolen spirit’s lack.
A fountain pen that showers only pain,
In form that speaks five hundred years betray,
The leather pages’ bind these spells arcane,
To congress modern words in ancient phrase.
To cut this spoken word like fish’s gut,
Its entrails spill, on Shakespeare’s pike impale,
Hep C, indeed, come taste my diseased glut,
Fair reader pass beneath...
Of words that pump like blood from heart’s extract,
Of words that tear the night from rage revealed,
Of words that wail with stolen spirit’s lack.
A fountain pen that showers only pain,
In form that speaks five hundred years betray,
The leather pages’ bind these spells arcane,
To congress modern words in ancient phrase.
To cut this spoken word like fish’s gut,
Its entrails spill, on Shakespeare’s pike impale,
Hep C, indeed, come taste my diseased glut,
Fair reader pass beneath...
#anger
#dialogue
#NaPoWriMo2019
530 reads
4 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 10:29am
24th Apr 2019 10:29am
Think Plath
Think Plath.
Minimal.
Sweating, fretting
last chance before
put out to grass.
But she wants more.
Blood-letting
unhinged, on the fringe
insisting, threshing, sifting
no rest yet.
Harrowed; scrape the
barrel - clean.
Green men from Mars
stare bewildered
at the task. Ask ‘why?’
Survival? For fun?
Fifty unique words -
going dotty daily.
Quick. Think Plath.
Gas! There -
Job done.
Minimal.
Sweating, fretting
last chance before
put out to grass.
But she wants more.
Blood-letting
unhinged, on the fringe
insisting, threshing, sifting
no rest yet.
Harrowed; scrape the
barrel - clean.
Green men from Mars
stare bewildered
at the task. Ask ‘why?’
Survival? For fun?
Fifty unique words -
going dotty daily.
Quick. Think Plath.
Gas! There -
Job done.
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
900 reads
24 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 9:41am
24th Apr 2019 9:41am
You in Rockhollow
Title: You in Rockhollow
Twenty Four of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred and Twenty-One
#NaPoWriMo19
The air has cooled and sky is blasted white in a predictable haze.
Barefoot I step,
step down from concrete
to wood,
to earth and lawn.
You are with me always.
A butterfly, white but tinged green
flits across the honesty, cat tries to catch it, I shoo her away. A bee fly hovers above the arenaria, a leaf cutter eats away at my New Zealand giant forget me not, aphids ravage the roses, a snail slithers across the moss covered...
Twenty Four of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred and Twenty-One
#NaPoWriMo19
The air has cooled and sky is blasted white in a predictable haze.
Barefoot I step,
step down from concrete
to wood,
to earth and lawn.
You are with me always.
A butterfly, white but tinged green
flits across the honesty, cat tries to catch it, I shoo her away. A bee fly hovers above the arenaria, a leaf cutter eats away at my New Zealand giant forget me not, aphids ravage the roses, a snail slithers across the moss covered...
#love
#nature
#freedom #NaPoWriMo2019
#freedom #NaPoWriMo2019
456 reads
3 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 7:57am
24th Apr 2019 7:57am
Lakeside 23/30
There is something elemental
in telepathy,
something that returns to how man watched
the fire in the shelter of a dark place and
pointed to his own lungs
conjuring conjunction.
This equals that. In-between of sleep. Rewinded
connections. Rewards of holes by a red-
crested woodpecker.
This transient place of repair and
removing bugs. Even knowing all this,
I am reluctant to close my eyes and drop
the track of germination,
even back then,
...
in telepathy,
something that returns to how man watched
the fire in the shelter of a dark place and
pointed to his own lungs
conjuring conjunction.
This equals that. In-between of sleep. Rewinded
connections. Rewards of holes by a red-
crested woodpecker.
This transient place of repair and
removing bugs. Even knowing all this,
I am reluctant to close my eyes and drop
the track of germination,
even back then,
...
#identity
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2019
24 reads
4 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 1:18am
24th Apr 2019 1:18am
ON THE GREAT WAVE
I rode
The Great Wave
With its many grabbing hands
All the way into the ground
The other day
Pummeled into submission
By the goddess of sand
(who held me desperately for a time)
I was pulled back
Into the watery maw
Blind now I go
With the gathering currents
Joining fingers with the rest
Of her adherents
Ready to embrace again
The salt in my body
is the sea in me,
Eroding,
Receding,
Exploding and pleading
#napowrimo2019
The Great Wave
With its many grabbing hands
All the way into the ground
The other day
Pummeled into submission
By the goddess of sand
(who held me desperately for a time)
I was pulled back
Into the watery maw
Blind now I go
With the gathering currents
Joining fingers with the rest
Of her adherents
Ready to embrace again
The salt in my body
is the sea in me,
Eroding,
Receding,
Exploding and pleading
#napowrimo2019
#sea
#water
#art #NaPoWriMo2019
#art #NaPoWriMo2019
600 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 6:02pm
23rd Apr 2019 6:02pm
A Bad Poem
If I wrote you a really bad poem
Would you be honest and tell me truth
As I explore different ways and forms
I want to be sure I’m making good use
Trying out new things to expand my mind
And eventually write you better verses
But you’ll notice that I’ll code my verses
Getting lost in the meaning of the poem
Even then you don’t really seem to mind
Because within the lines I conceal the truth
It’s true, my poetry is my journal put to use
As I explore different ways and forms
And when I’ve tried new ways and forms
I’ve...
Would you be honest and tell me truth
As I explore different ways and forms
I want to be sure I’m making good use
Trying out new things to expand my mind
And eventually write you better verses
But you’ll notice that I’ll code my verses
Getting lost in the meaning of the poem
Even then you don’t really seem to mind
Because within the lines I conceal the truth
It’s true, my poetry is my journal put to use
As I explore different ways and forms
And when I’ve tried new ways and forms
I’ve...
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
675 reads
11 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 4:09pm
23rd Apr 2019 4:09pm
Weird will
Give me the fantastical and wonderful
the bizarre farce
holds more sway over me
than a hundred streaming soaps ever could.
I am forever in a stupor and haze
unable to shake this miasma
and as such do not see clearly;
the fortunately fleeting
moments of clarity
left me scared and soul-scarred,
I do not wish or want to be so aware
as clarity is a curse
opening eyes to gritty grim reality
encouraging despair or inaction
as life becomes futile and fruitless
and all course
merely dull shouts in an uncaring darkness. ...
the bizarre farce
holds more sway over me
than a hundred streaming soaps ever could.
I am forever in a stupor and haze
unable to shake this miasma
and as such do not see clearly;
the fortunately fleeting
moments of clarity
left me scared and soul-scarred,
I do not wish or want to be so aware
as clarity is a curse
opening eyes to gritty grim reality
encouraging despair or inaction
as life becomes futile and fruitless
and all course
merely dull shouts in an uncaring darkness. ...
#inspirational
#NaPoWriMo2019
441 reads
3 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 4:07pm
23rd Apr 2019 4:07pm
Soaphistry
Today's prompt fails to successfully propagate:
a theme unfamiliar
I'd rather go for a soak than watch a soap,
not that the acting is bad
or the story lacking,
quite the opposite
as they strive to create art that truly reflects life
- all the glory and failure and fighting,
it is simply that they do not do it for me.
I do however favour 'Soap'
parodying to absurd degrees,
now that is my cup of tea
the mundane and trivial reactions
to the preposterous adventures
hoping to snag and snare
a few more viewers
fully...
a theme unfamiliar
I'd rather go for a soak than watch a soap,
not that the acting is bad
or the story lacking,
quite the opposite
as they strive to create art that truly reflects life
- all the glory and failure and fighting,
it is simply that they do not do it for me.
I do however favour 'Soap'
parodying to absurd degrees,
now that is my cup of tea
the mundane and trivial reactions
to the preposterous adventures
hoping to snag and snare
a few more viewers
fully...
#WritersBlock
#NaPoWriMo2019
452 reads
4 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 3:29pm
23rd Apr 2019 3:29pm
Sonnet of Pus: Day Twenty-Three
Sonnet of Pus: Day Twenty-Three
Could such a simple form command such range,
Mere gross of syllables in heart-beat time?
That once was naught but love and loves exchange’,
Could such a form now scream and bleed in rhyme?
Such anger and despair so long concealed,
Like leeches’ draw, such fetid poison stain.
That world might gaze, infected thoughts’ reveal,
Might gag, the stench so thick from Love’s remains.
With grunt of words “a mutant I would seem,”
In “sewer pipe and iron rust” demands
That let me cry, “my...
Could such a simple form command such range,
Mere gross of syllables in heart-beat time?
That once was naught but love and loves exchange’,
Could such a form now scream and bleed in rhyme?
Such anger and despair so long concealed,
Like leeches’ draw, such fetid poison stain.
That world might gaze, infected thoughts’ reveal,
Might gag, the stench so thick from Love’s remains.
With grunt of words “a mutant I would seem,”
In “sewer pipe and iron rust” demands
That let me cry, “my...
#anger
#relationships
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2019
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2019
523 reads
2 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 1:45pm
23rd Apr 2019 1:45pm
Poet's Workshop
A poetry idea sits waiting in my workshop.
Marking some initial lines with a carpenter’s pencil
I chain-saw the first cuts of a rough shape,
pillar-drill for deeper meaning
and tap some stanzas into position
always with an eye on planing the soundscape.
Aided by Axminster, Metabo, Ryobi, Festool
and my father’s old hand-tools
there are phrases to be filed
words to be shaped with sharp chisels
and grammar to be screwed in, one quarter-turn at a time.
If the whole thing somehow doesn’t look right
I get out the...
Marking some initial lines with a carpenter’s pencil
I chain-saw the first cuts of a rough shape,
pillar-drill for deeper meaning
and tap some stanzas into position
always with an eye on planing the soundscape.
Aided by Axminster, Metabo, Ryobi, Festool
and my father’s old hand-tools
there are phrases to be filed
words to be shaped with sharp chisels
and grammar to be screwed in, one quarter-turn at a time.
If the whole thing somehow doesn’t look right
I get out the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
878 reads
27 Comments
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