Poems About NaPoWriMo2019 Seeking Honest Critique
#NaPoWriMo2019
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 9:51am
23rd Apr 2019 9:51am
Rockhollow Series: Earth Day
Title: Earth Day
Twenty Three of Thirty
Unique Words: One Hundred and Six
#NaPoWriMo19
In tiredness I seem to write for the soul, her soul or mine,
yet when the Sun beats down in this aggressive display of Climate change
and as I notice cracks in the Earth before May,
my soul seems to fray.
I like to believe that in doing my part,
litter picking, planting, not using chemicals, giving wildlife a home
that I can aid, in a peaceful, solitary way
but not today, when the Earth seems more mindless rats in a concrete jungle...
Twenty Three of Thirty
Unique Words: One Hundred and Six
#NaPoWriMo19
In tiredness I seem to write for the soul, her soul or mine,
yet when the Sun beats down in this aggressive display of Climate change
and as I notice cracks in the Earth before May,
my soul seems to fray.
I like to believe that in doing my part,
litter picking, planting, not using chemicals, giving wildlife a home
that I can aid, in a peaceful, solitary way
but not today, when the Earth seems more mindless rats in a concrete jungle...
#sadness
#grief
#earth
#environment
#NaPoWriMo2019
521 reads
3 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 22/30
We say who we were right then.
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 21/30
It is a fact, a small fact. A known one
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
13 reads
5 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2019 9:59pm
22nd Apr 2019 9:59pm
Rockhollow Series: Blossom for Bedtime
Title: Blossom for Bedtime
Twenty Two of Thirty
Unique Words: Eighty-Three
#NaPoWriMo19
Ten cherry blossoms hanging in a line,
the wind ripped through and now there are nine.
Nine cherry blossoms on the tree as weight,
a tit bounced a branch and now there are eight.
Eight cherry blossoms are eye-catching in Devon,
a child ran fast and now there are seven.
Seven cherry blossoms dangling from sticks
the rain beat down and now there are six.
Six cherry blossoms, fresh and...
Twenty Two of Thirty
Unique Words: Eighty-Three
#NaPoWriMo19
Ten cherry blossoms hanging in a line,
the wind ripped through and now there are nine.
Nine cherry blossoms on the tree as weight,
a tit bounced a branch and now there are eight.
Eight cherry blossoms are eye-catching in Devon,
a child ran fast and now there are seven.
Seven cherry blossoms dangling from sticks
the rain beat down and now there are six.
Six cherry blossoms, fresh and...
#children
#nature
#rhyming
#sleep
#NaPoWriMo2019
693 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2019 9:02pm
22nd Apr 2019 9:02pm
The Legend of Relámpago
I’m going to tell you a story about a masked avenger,
Faster than Zorro and more agile than a luchador,
He fought for those who couldn’t defend themselves,
I’m talking about the one and only – Relámpago!
He had been a lawyer and a local sheriff,
In a small quaint town just north of Mexico,
And one day after the mafia couldn’t buy him,
They killed his family with one harsh blow.
His family’s funeral took place on a rainy day,
Even then the mafia would still not let go,
He was attacked in the middle of their burial,
And left for...
Faster than Zorro and more agile than a luchador,
He fought for those who couldn’t defend themselves,
I’m talking about the one and only – Relámpago!
He had been a lawyer and a local sheriff,
In a small quaint town just north of Mexico,
And one day after the mafia couldn’t buy him,
They killed his family with one harsh blow.
His family’s funeral took place on a rainy day,
Even then the mafia would still not let go,
He was attacked in the middle of their burial,
And left for...
#corruption
#oppression
#heroic #NaPoWriMo2019
#heroic #NaPoWriMo2019
603 reads
6 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2019 7:36pm
22nd Apr 2019 7:36pm
Simply Elementary
Large and copious is this corpse;
a near uncountable body
of wicked work
which foul marks show,
battered and thumbed
what mad mind
could plumb to such dark depths?
To kill not with a swift strike
but ceaseless brutish battering
the sound shattering
sending teeth chattering
gossiping greatly
about the potential party
prone to vicious violence.
Each blundering blow
a significant stab
constituting criminal intent
consistent crime
upon a consistency,
callously enacted
with all the art and finesse ...
a near uncountable body
of wicked work
which foul marks show,
battered and thumbed
what mad mind
could plumb to such dark depths?
To kill not with a swift strike
but ceaseless brutish battering
the sound shattering
sending teeth chattering
gossiping greatly
about the potential party
prone to vicious violence.
Each blundering blow
a significant stab
constituting criminal intent
consistent crime
upon a consistency,
callously enacted
with all the art and finesse ...
#murder
#PowerOfWords
#art #NaPoWriMo2019
#art #NaPoWriMo2019
479 reads
5 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2019 7:11pm
22nd Apr 2019 7:11pm
When my Name’s Engraved in Stone
when my name’s engraved in stone
will you remember my voice?
will it haunt your memories?
or dwell in your darkest dreams?
for once a name’s engraved in stone
it cannot be forgotten
when my name’s engraved in stone
would you bottle up my ashes?
keep them under lock and key
or scatter them on a hill?
and wave goodbye to me
for the last time
when my name’s engraved in stone
will you visit my rose adorned garden?
water the flowers for me?
so people keep me company
maybe they’ll stay a while ...
will you remember my voice?
will it haunt your memories?
or dwell in your darkest dreams?
for once a name’s engraved in stone
it cannot be forgotten
when my name’s engraved in stone
would you bottle up my ashes?
keep them under lock and key
or scatter them on a hill?
and wave goodbye to me
for the last time
when my name’s engraved in stone
will you visit my rose adorned garden?
water the flowers for me?
so people keep me company
maybe they’ll stay a while ...
#dark
#death
#memorial
#graveyard
#NaPoWriMo2019
690 reads
11 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2019 3:57pm
22nd Apr 2019 3:57pm
Lakeside 20/30
Let us hang our hands
besides our mirror;
this is a time of publicness.
Consider strings tugging eyebrows
and lips curling a cat’s tail-
irritation or affirmation.
Squint, squelch and things
become quantum expressions-
only with known parameters,
full stops and a fateful
morse face.
Widen, warp into chipmunk
cheeks of autumn and eyeful
words are now chunks
of distance past Mars-
only with known extremities.
Our rooms are no rooms
at all even though they
have...
besides our mirror;
this is a time of publicness.
Consider strings tugging eyebrows
and lips curling a cat’s tail-
irritation or affirmation.
Squint, squelch and things
become quantum expressions-
only with known parameters,
full stops and a fateful
morse face.
Widen, warp into chipmunk
cheeks of autumn and eyeful
words are now chunks
of distance past Mars-
only with known extremities.
Our rooms are no rooms
at all even though they
have...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
16 reads
1 Comment
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2019 3:33pm
22nd Apr 2019 3:33pm
“True Sun” Rising: Day Twenty-Two
(a sonnet – embellished)
In pictures: truth – can this in words inspire?
The words that shade like painter’s even’ light,
That rise in specters’ grace like brush-stroked fire,
A silenced voice reused, a second sight.
To give a form’s control to tangled thoughts,
A mathematician’s curve to subtle words,
That hold in perfect motion, moments caught,
That sound like setting sun in ocean heard.
A life has passed in passions’ cold destruct,
Where “no existence” rules my muted heart,
The “me” I...
In pictures: truth – can this in words inspire?
The words that shade like painter’s even’ light,
That rise in specters’ grace like brush-stroked fire,
A silenced voice reused, a second sight.
To give a form’s control to tangled thoughts,
A mathematician’s curve to subtle words,
That hold in perfect motion, moments caught,
That sound like setting sun in ocean heard.
A life has passed in passions’ cold destruct,
Where “no existence” rules my muted heart,
The “me” I...
#inspirational
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
549 reads
3 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2019 1:30pm
22nd Apr 2019 1:30pm
Village Threshing-Rock
Right up close
on the south side of our house
lies the village threshing-rock
held in common, owned by no-one -
though no longer used
for its original purpose,
it carries unknown histories
dating back centuries
holding stories of a stage
in making bread.
Vertical integration. From farm to table.
Three hours ago it had a heap of my lenha* on it
so I got up early to wheelbarrow and stack it under cover
before it outstayed its welcome
before it got too hot to work
before...
on the south side of our house
lies the village threshing-rock
held in common, owned by no-one -
though no longer used
for its original purpose,
it carries unknown histories
dating back centuries
holding stories of a stage
in making bread.
Vertical integration. From farm to table.
Three hours ago it had a heap of my lenha* on it
so I got up early to wheelbarrow and stack it under cover
before it outstayed its welcome
before it got too hot to work
before...
#NaPoWriMo2019
#historical
733 reads
24 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 7:27pm
21st Apr 2019 7:27pm
A Deltarune
A door to a place somewhere far beyond
yet somehow familiar,
A legend of three to save them all
stop the fountain and stop the Knight,
A kingdom in turmoil
set to change for worse or better,
A case of silent assent
against many voices,
A choice to fight by sword
or put faith in a few words;
to kill and cleanse
or to understand and spare,
A course taken turn by turn
with action and reaction,
A journey of unknown length
with hidden secrets,
A place of monsters and magic
though looks can be deceiving,
A...
yet somehow familiar,
A legend of three to save them all
stop the fountain and stop the Knight,
A kingdom in turmoil
set to change for worse or better,
A case of silent assent
against many voices,
A choice to fight by sword
or put faith in a few words;
to kill and cleanse
or to understand and spare,
A course taken turn by turn
with action and reaction,
A journey of unknown length
with hidden secrets,
A place of monsters and magic
though looks can be deceiving,
A...
#NaPoWriMo2019
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0 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 7:24pm
21st Apr 2019 7:24pm
Drinking mission
Oh noes!
Dug is deep in a drink and not in a good way
seems we must save him
from a wet end.
Guzzle by gallons
take great gulps
chug, chug along,
sink the shots
drain every drink
glug and quaff every single glass you see
until that poor hapless worm is free;
if the room starts spinning
it just means you are winning,
imbibe any and all intoxicants
as we're on a mission here;
its drinking for a reason.
Oh!
There's Dug
sitting smugly in an empty Tequila shot
guess he's just as sizzled as we are ...
Dug is deep in a drink and not in a good way
seems we must save him
from a wet end.
Guzzle by gallons
take great gulps
chug, chug along,
sink the shots
drain every drink
glug and quaff every single glass you see
until that poor hapless worm is free;
if the room starts spinning
it just means you are winning,
imbibe any and all intoxicants
as we're on a mission here;
its drinking for a reason.
Oh!
There's Dug
sitting smugly in an empty Tequila shot
guess he's just as sizzled as we are ...
#alcohol
#NaPoWriMo2019
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