National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo 2019
#NaPoWriMo2019
Poems taking part in NaPoWriMo and GloPoWriMo 2019. National Poetry Writing Month takes place in April. Join us each year, and write a poem a day for the whole month (30 poems in 30 days).
Hail in Rockhollow
Title: Hail in Rockhollow
Three of Thirty
Unique Words: Sixty-two
#NaPoWriMo2019
The hail beats it's spiteful song
across the land - long since parched.
A bird calls from her shelter
to me, sat in the porch.
My words drip and are thankful,
for dear Earth's quiet charms.
To me, sat in the porch,
there is glory in such sound.
Bluebells catch my eye as ferns unfurl,
to me, sat in the porch,
the scent of Skimmia dusts the land
and keeps bumblebees adoring.
To me, sat in the porch, ...
Three of Thirty
Unique Words: Sixty-two
#NaPoWriMo2019
The hail beats it's spiteful song
across the land - long since parched.
A bird calls from her shelter
to me, sat in the porch.
My words drip and are thankful,
for dear Earth's quiet charms.
To me, sat in the porch,
there is glory in such sound.
Bluebells catch my eye as ferns unfurl,
to me, sat in the porch,
the scent of Skimmia dusts the land
and keeps bumblebees adoring.
To me, sat in the porch, ...
#happiness
#rain
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
402 reads
6 Comments
The Verbiage Challenge (or playtime with the Word Count Tool app)
Fantod", yes, you read me correctly, one of the new words now taking up temporary residence in the vocabulary wing of my head.
If you also subscribe to Mr. Webster's daily invasion of your email, then you won't have to go and Google it, or perhaps somewhere awhile back you ran across it somewhere and thought it worthy enough to give it a long term lease. For me personally, it was late in arriving and all the permanent occupants have taken a disliking to it for they feel it presumptuous. *90 words, 70 unique and counting
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Is not this fantastic, *notice how I did not use the...
If you also subscribe to Mr. Webster's daily invasion of your email, then you won't have to go and Google it, or perhaps somewhere awhile back you ran across it somewhere and thought it worthy enough to give it a long term lease. For me personally, it was late in arriving and all the permanent occupants have taken a disliking to it for they feel it presumptuous. *90 words, 70 unique and counting
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Is not this fantastic, *notice how I did not use the...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2019
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Codswallop Scuttles
Codswallop Scuttles
(Three of 30 -- NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019)
Surrounded
entrapped
often by my
own doing,
beliefs that
need to be
unlearned.. .
I am too tired
or indolent to
scale over the
garbage that’s
captivating. . .
me.
Too much clutter
wounds where
scabs broke open.
Too much to gutter
dreams lost failed,
and broken.
Awakened to the
fact that once i
release the remoras
preventing my fun
splash and swim
I’ll be able to climb ...
(Three of 30 -- NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019)
Surrounded
entrapped
often by my
own doing,
beliefs that
need to be
unlearned.. .
I am too tired
or indolent to
scale over the
garbage that’s
captivating. . .
me.
Too much clutter
wounds where
scabs broke open.
Too much to gutter
dreams lost failed,
and broken.
Awakened to the
fact that once i
release the remoras
preventing my fun
splash and swim
I’ll be able to climb ...
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2019
445 reads
12 Comments
Next Year’s Spring
( a Lewis Carroll-type rhyme )
As next year’s spring came yesterday
Right in the middle of the night,
Awake while dreaming as I laid,
I gazed up at all the starlight
Across the ceiling that shimmered
In the shrinking world of my jail.
The wings of a raven glimmered,
I reached up to take hold its tail
And was lifted up as it cawed,
And we flew thru’ the window bars.
I thought “If we get to meet God,
And what must it be like on Mars?”
So I called out with all my might.
The raven flew...
As next year’s spring came yesterday
Right in the middle of the night,
Awake while dreaming as I laid,
I gazed up at all the starlight
Across the ceiling that shimmered
In the shrinking world of my jail.
The wings of a raven glimmered,
I reached up to take hold its tail
And was lifted up as it cawed,
And we flew thru’ the window bars.
I thought “If we get to meet God,
And what must it be like on Mars?”
So I called out with all my might.
The raven flew...
#dreams
#stars
#heaven
#illness
#NaPoWriMo2019
512 reads
16 Comments
Please Wait . . .
Thru the lens of a poet I gleam,
the norms of a society seem
no longer to start with a dream
we're sinking
and it has nothing to do with oceans
greed, hypocrisy, self-promotion
no compassion, concern, or emotions
where'd it all gone wrong
because it surely didn't take long
to screw up this whole situation
creatures we are of curiosity
taken a back by each possibility
but somewhere we lost our generosity
we learn to read, to count, to write
but has...
the norms of a society seem
no longer to start with a dream
we're sinking
and it has nothing to do with oceans
greed, hypocrisy, self-promotion
no compassion, concern, or emotions
where'd it all gone wrong
because it surely didn't take long
to screw up this whole situation
creatures we are of curiosity
taken a back by each possibility
but somewhere we lost our generosity
we learn to read, to count, to write
but has...
#love
#kindness
#CallToAction #NaPoWriMo2019
#CallToAction #NaPoWriMo2019
501 reads
6 Comments
First Love – Day Three
In houses cast in sister’s song
In If I Fell, In Love Me Do,
In sacred halls of love’s belong.
In alpine mists, in nights’ prolong,
The music sounds that love pursue,
In houses cast in sister’s song.
In chapel’s cold, in clear plainsong,
Collegians sing their Sunday croon,
In sacred halls of love’s belong.
The clamber of our dinner’s throng,
Where every mouth seeks loud review,
In houses cast in sister’s song.
On Sullivan’s scream/sing along,
That Sunday night all fuses blew,
In sacred...
In If I Fell, In Love Me Do,
In sacred halls of love’s belong.
In alpine mists, in nights’ prolong,
The music sounds that love pursue,
In houses cast in sister’s song.
In chapel’s cold, in clear plainsong,
Collegians sing their Sunday croon,
In sacred halls of love’s belong.
The clamber of our dinner’s throng,
Where every mouth seeks loud review,
In houses cast in sister’s song.
On Sullivan’s scream/sing along,
That Sunday night all fuses blew,
In sacred...
#love
#family
#music #NaPoWriMo2019
#music #NaPoWriMo2019
469 reads
4 Comments
Dirty Words: Notes of an Online Journal
Dirty Words”
I’m not accustom as you think,
To let the readers of this site
Be privy to my day in ink
Of so much of my private life.
But not to fret, could’ve been worse,
It wasn’t anything that hurt.
No dirty words, I didn’t curse,
Or let them reach inside my shirt.
The other kids would roughly play,
And me, the newest to be led.
They’d push me back until one day
I threw a boy over my head!
I looked at him down on the grass,
His gang in shock they didn’t speak.
They picked him up to kick his...
I’m not accustom as you think,
To let the readers of this site
Be privy to my day in ink
Of so much of my private life.
But not to fret, could’ve been worse,
It wasn’t anything that hurt.
No dirty words, I didn’t curse,
Or let them reach inside my shirt.
The other kids would roughly play,
And me, the newest to be led.
They’d push me back until one day
I threw a boy over my head!
I looked at him down on the grass,
His gang in shock they didn’t speak.
They picked him up to kick his...
#childhood
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2019 #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019 #DeepUndergroundPoetry
347 reads
6 Comments
[ NaPo 2019 ] [ CC ] Another Love Poem For You
True, I write selfishly, for this so-called poetry
betrays my wantings haunted by unspoken fears.
Trust that you are so deserving of being touched
in ways denied during daunting heartbroken years -
not just what's due previously defaulted by others;
who else pays loneliness forward but ourselves, Dear?
And if I must, I shall keep writing, bloodlettered fingers
versing graphic designs upon your bare skin canvas
receiving what will always 'n forever be Loving art drawn
from a twin soul's desire to...
betrays my wantings haunted by unspoken fears.
Trust that you are so deserving of being touched
in ways denied during daunting heartbroken years -
not just what's due previously defaulted by others;
who else pays loneliness forward but ourselves, Dear?
And if I must, I shall keep writing, bloodlettered fingers
versing graphic designs upon your bare skin canvas
receiving what will always 'n forever be Loving art drawn
from a twin soul's desire to...
#love
#art
#NaPoWriMo2019 #KimAddonizio
#NaPoWriMo2019 #KimAddonizio
728 reads
11 Comments
noise
#depression
#dark
#narrative
#NaPoWriMo2019
#lust
954 reads
7 Comments
TAX SEASON
Have you ever heard about A.C. Green,
The iron man of the NBA scene?
He promised, “If I can breathe, I can play”
And I’m thinking about those words today,
Working through torn up parts of my shoulder—
Still this weighs less than Sisyphus’ boulder!
My hearing split up like double-vision,
Sinuses blocked and throat demolition,
Everything swirling around like crazy—
This is no time to give in to lazy!
I’m in the last two weeks, production hell;
Come April fifteenth, all’s well that ends well.
...
The iron man of the NBA scene?
He promised, “If I can breathe, I can play”
And I’m thinking about those words today,
Working through torn up parts of my shoulder—
Still this weighs less than Sisyphus’ boulder!
My hearing split up like double-vision,
Sinuses blocked and throat demolition,
Everything swirling around like crazy—
This is no time to give in to lazy!
I’m in the last two weeks, production hell;
Come April fifteenth, all’s well that ends well.
...
#illness
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2019
526 reads
10 Comments
In Triplets
One two three one two three one two three four,
Pick up a lyric and then hit the floor
Shit is so easy you can't find a door?
Rapping in one two three one two three four.
Rhyming in triplets is getting so old,
So many rappers are lacking the soul,
This basic rhythm has been overdone,
Rapping in triplets like one two three son.
In today's music they need better rhyme,
Spitting out lyrics like they don't have time,
Ridiculous lines don't make any sense,
Making that money at other’s expense.
There is no...
Pick up a lyric and then hit the floor
Shit is so easy you can't find a door?
Rapping in one two three one two three four.
Rhyming in triplets is getting so old,
So many rappers are lacking the soul,
This basic rhythm has been overdone,
Rapping in triplets like one two three son.
In today's music they need better rhyme,
Spitting out lyrics like they don't have time,
Ridiculous lines don't make any sense,
Making that money at other’s expense.
There is no...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
737 reads
4 Comments
Alphaget
Assemble and adhere approaching announcement about aeration activities
Behold beneficial business below busy building boreholes brilliantly
Causing critical cavity channels ceaselessly consummately created cunningly
Dug digs delves deeply digging diligently devotedly deepunderground
Erecting efficient environmental earthen exits expertly enhancing extraction
For furrows facilitate forceful flow filtering filth forthwith
Greatly generating gouges gladly given great gaping ground
Helpfully hurrying hither horrid humid humours hence handily ...
Behold beneficial business below busy building boreholes brilliantly
Causing critical cavity channels ceaselessly consummately created cunningly
Dug digs delves deeply digging diligently devotedly deepunderground
Erecting efficient environmental earthen exits expertly enhancing extraction
For furrows facilitate forceful flow filtering filth forthwith
Greatly generating gouges gladly given great gaping ground
Helpfully hurrying hither horrid humid humours hence handily ...
#earth
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
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9 Comments
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