Poems About NaPoWriMo2019 Published by Members Recently Online
#NaPoWriMo2019
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 8:01am
30th Apr 2019 8:01am
Athwart
Athwart
(Thirty of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
In an odd way I think I am going to miss
the stress of having to spill my insides
all over the floor everyday of the week.
This is the beginning, is it not?
Onset to the end of the line when I enter
the gate of rest and repose, and I
suppose, Blue Berry Cheesecakes.
No more rocking chairs
swaying back and forth the lines
attempts to formulate reason
( from me one to zero rhymes)
laid out from left to right
posted and finished up this
writing...
(Thirty of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
In an odd way I think I am going to miss
the stress of having to spill my insides
all over the floor everyday of the week.
This is the beginning, is it not?
Onset to the end of the line when I enter
the gate of rest and repose, and I
suppose, Blue Berry Cheesecakes.
No more rocking chairs
swaying back and forth the lines
attempts to formulate reason
( from me one to zero rhymes)
laid out from left to right
posted and finished up this
writing...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#emotional
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
563 reads
15 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 8:01am
30th Apr 2019 8:01am
Athwart
Athwart
(Thirty of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
In an odd way I think I am going to miss
the stress of having to spill my insides
all over the floor everyday of the week.
This is the beginning, is it not?
Onset to the end of the line when I enter
the gate of rest and repose, and I
suppose, Blue Berry Cheesecakes.
No more rocking chairs
swaying back and forth the lines
attempts to formulate reason
( from me one to zero rhymes)
laid out from left to right
posted and finished up this
writing...
(Thirty of 30 -- Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2019)
In an odd way I think I am going to miss
the stress of having to spill my insides
all over the floor everyday of the week.
This is the beginning, is it not?
Onset to the end of the line when I enter
the gate of rest and repose, and I
suppose, Blue Berry Cheesecakes.
No more rocking chairs
swaying back and forth the lines
attempts to formulate reason
( from me one to zero rhymes)
laid out from left to right
posted and finished up this
writing...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#emotional
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
563 reads
15 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 10:20pm
29th Aug 2019 10:20pm
Sought sound
I seek a sound to convey mood
or to shake current stupor by adjustment,
I seek to be transported and changed
an inner metamorphosis enacted
in order to achieve inner equilibrium,
yet present attempts are in vain
and the conjunction between sound and thought
is as yet unaccomplished,
perpetuating the ill humour
until a sudden change when least expected
will adjust all so as to become harmonious:
the desired alteration appearing close
although only accomplished when felt, not heard
the reverberations transcending the material; ...
or to shake current stupor by adjustment,
I seek to be transported and changed
an inner metamorphosis enacted
in order to achieve inner equilibrium,
yet present attempts are in vain
and the conjunction between sound and thought
is as yet unaccomplished,
perpetuating the ill humour
until a sudden change when least expected
will adjust all so as to become harmonious:
the desired alteration appearing close
although only accomplished when felt, not heard
the reverberations transcending the material; ...
#music
#NaPoWriMo2019
684 reads
4 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 10:20pm
29th Aug 2019 10:20pm
Sought sound
I seek a sound to convey mood
or to shake current stupor by adjustment,
I seek to be transported and changed
an inner metamorphosis enacted
in order to achieve inner equilibrium,
yet present attempts are in vain
and the conjunction between sound and thought
is as yet unaccomplished,
perpetuating the ill humour
until a sudden change when least expected
will adjust all so as to become harmonious:
the desired alteration appearing close
although only accomplished when felt, not heard
the reverberations transcending the material; ...
or to shake current stupor by adjustment,
I seek to be transported and changed
an inner metamorphosis enacted
in order to achieve inner equilibrium,
yet present attempts are in vain
and the conjunction between sound and thought
is as yet unaccomplished,
perpetuating the ill humour
until a sudden change when least expected
will adjust all so as to become harmonious:
the desired alteration appearing close
although only accomplished when felt, not heard
the reverberations transcending the material; ...
#music
#NaPoWriMo2019
684 reads
4 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
528 reads
2 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
528 reads
2 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
528 reads
2 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
528 reads
2 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 3:13pm
30th Apr 2019 3:13pm
To The Ones I Love(d)
To you, and you, and you(mmm), and even crazy you"
my heart thanks you
as do my wounds
I was bound and gagged
bleeding from within
∞
how do I even begin
birthing these words
not even YOU have ever heard
the sunrise captured your eyes
and I melted along
with that chocolate surprise
I was saving for that first night
or was it the day
you didn't care, but for real you did
a mirage of affluence
stored in simplicity
I let you take a turn
our sun...
my heart thanks you
as do my wounds
I was bound and gagged
bleeding from within
∞
how do I even begin
birthing these words
not even YOU have ever heard
the sunrise captured your eyes
and I melted along
with that chocolate surprise
I was saving for that first night
or was it the day
you didn't care, but for real you did
a mirage of affluence
stored in simplicity
I let you take a turn
our sun...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2019
689 reads
17 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 3:13pm
30th Apr 2019 3:13pm
To The Ones I Love(d)
To you, and you, and you(mmm), and even crazy you"
my heart thanks you
as do my wounds
I was bound and gagged
bleeding from within
∞
how do I even begin
birthing these words
not even YOU have ever heard
the sunrise captured your eyes
and I melted along
with that chocolate surprise
I was saving for that first night
or was it the day
you didn't care, but for real you did
a mirage of affluence
stored in simplicity
I let you take a turn
our sun...
my heart thanks you
as do my wounds
I was bound and gagged
bleeding from within
∞
how do I even begin
birthing these words
not even YOU have ever heard
the sunrise captured your eyes
and I melted along
with that chocolate surprise
I was saving for that first night
or was it the day
you didn't care, but for real you did
a mirage of affluence
stored in simplicity
I let you take a turn
our sun...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2019
689 reads
17 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
15th Jun 2019 4:34am
15th Jun 2019 4:34am
Game Of Queens (Inspired By Ahavati)
The chess pieces were all in a row,
intents liked up for the game.
Whether or not to win was
the first question,
Whether or not to take the journey
was the last.
In the beginning the pawns
were prepared for slaughter,
later they saw its purpose in
relationships to placements
of higher echelons -
They were the important ones
despite terminal moves,
all was fair in a game of no winners
or losers, only survivors in witness to
a higher purpose and the...
intents liked up for the game.
Whether or not to win was
the first question,
Whether or not to take the journey
was the last.
In the beginning the pawns
were prepared for slaughter,
later they saw its purpose in
relationships to placements
of higher echelons -
They were the important ones
despite terminal moves,
all was fair in a game of no winners
or losers, only survivors in witness to
a higher purpose and the...
#LifeGoals
#NaPoWriMo2019
#admiration
743 reads
12 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
15th Jun 2019 4:34am
15th Jun 2019 4:34am
Game Of Queens (Inspired By Ahavati)
The chess pieces were all in a row,
intents liked up for the game.
Whether or not to win was
the first question,
Whether or not to take the journey
was the last.
In the beginning the pawns
were prepared for slaughter,
later they saw its purpose in
relationships to placements
of higher echelons -
They were the important ones
despite terminal moves,
all was fair in a game of no winners
or losers, only survivors in witness to
a higher purpose and the...
intents liked up for the game.
Whether or not to win was
the first question,
Whether or not to take the journey
was the last.
In the beginning the pawns
were prepared for slaughter,
later they saw its purpose in
relationships to placements
of higher echelons -
They were the important ones
despite terminal moves,
all was fair in a game of no winners
or losers, only survivors in witness to
a higher purpose and the...
#LifeGoals
#NaPoWriMo2019
#admiration
743 reads
12 Comments
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