Long Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2020
#NaPoWriMo2020
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
17th May 2020 4:02am
17th May 2020 4:02am
Manor On A Hill
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.’
‘In my ending is my beginning.’
-T. S. Elliot
In creaks of shadows,
your windswept promontory
behind twigs of Forsythia,
bent Lilac branches,
your dusty red and green
antiqued form emerges as I look up.
As I walk along your cliffs,
trodding sparse grass
growing on steep mounds
too treacherous to climb,
I look up to view your hulking angularity,
your grey windows shrouded in dust.
At the base of your cliffs the...
‘In my ending is my beginning.’
-T. S. Elliot
In creaks of shadows,
your windswept promontory
behind twigs of Forsythia,
bent Lilac branches,
your dusty red and green
antiqued form emerges as I look up.
As I walk along your cliffs,
trodding sparse grass
growing on steep mounds
too treacherous to climb,
I look up to view your hulking angularity,
your grey windows shrouded in dust.
At the base of your cliffs the...
#home
#historical
#TSEliot #NaPoWriMo2020
#TSEliot #NaPoWriMo2020
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
7th May 2020 3:58am
7th May 2020 3:58am
Widow's Walk
The daily diminishing of me went on
and after I was emptied fate gave up
and left me standing there, abandoned’
-R. M. Rilke
Clacking the stair to the top,
her sermons walked
to relay such a terminal tale
in sync with the ticking clock.
And high atop that steep ladder stair,
a rooftop promontory in brisk air
where sailing ships were once observed
as once again was hope preserved
On a horizon indecent with loss
empty but for crying gulls;
a small...
and after I was emptied fate gave up
and left me standing there, abandoned’
-R. M. Rilke
Clacking the stair to the top,
her sermons walked
to relay such a terminal tale
in sync with the ticking clock.
And high atop that steep ladder stair,
a rooftop promontory in brisk air
where sailing ships were once observed
as once again was hope preserved
On a horizon indecent with loss
empty but for crying gulls;
a small...
#wife
#husband
#marriage
#RainerMariaRilke
#NaPoWriMo2020
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
2nd May 2020 3:50am
2nd May 2020 3:50am
Past And Present
Starship USS Stanza engineering log, Stardate April 30, 2020
T'PoetsRevenge, chief officer:
I have observed a bearded man in several areas of the ship
dressed in woodsmans clothes and writing in a notebook.
He appears to be a hologram. Some of the crew and cadets
have been studying different eras in poetry on the holodeck
for Poetry Writing Month. I suspect that this is where he
originated. I have scanned his image into the ship's encyclopedia,
and it is none other than Henry David Thoreau, the transcendentalist of the early 20th century on...
T'PoetsRevenge, chief officer:
I have observed a bearded man in several areas of the ship
dressed in woodsmans clothes and writing in a notebook.
He appears to be a hologram. Some of the crew and cadets
have been studying different eras in poetry on the holodeck
for Poetry Writing Month. I suspect that this is where he
originated. I have scanned his image into the ship's encyclopedia,
and it is none other than Henry David Thoreau, the transcendentalist of the early 20th century on...
#science
#HenryDavidThoreau
#scifi #NaPoWriMo2020
#scifi #NaPoWriMo2020
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10 Comments
calamitygin
Poem Published
30th Apr 2020 7:27pm
30th Apr 2020 7:27pm
A suit to kill a bear
To beat back the bear
One must wear the fortress
Of outward iron maiden
A sneer and tortured intent
Spiking steely eyes
through triangulate of iris
Sticking through it
welling the blue
And the belladonna
Blooming through rage
like primal
feral crushing
It glows and brightens the circle
as if the whole sky were there
En masse
at large
The posse en route
Vigilante purpose violating all compact
Builds the refugee
And...
One must wear the fortress
Of outward iron maiden
A sneer and tortured intent
Spiking steely eyes
through triangulate of iris
Sticking through it
welling the blue
And the belladonna
Blooming through rage
like primal
feral crushing
It glows and brightens the circle
as if the whole sky were there
En masse
at large
The posse en route
Vigilante purpose violating all compact
Builds the refugee
And...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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12 Comments
calamitygin
Poem Published
29th Apr 2020 5:42pm
29th Apr 2020 5:42pm
A quiz life
Is it truth,
For the hopeless and lost
With arms extended
From tired bodies
No burn left in them
And fingers wave
Symbiotic water flow
A free fall
From a quiz life
And the buzzing of it
Gone
Though the reaching still tries to breech
And pound
And claw their way
Out of it
The eclipse and filthy whole
Muddy with grasping
Parched from searching
Is it ever finding?
A way back home
A face contorts
The question why screamed
And floats away on silence ...
For the hopeless and lost
With arms extended
From tired bodies
No burn left in them
And fingers wave
Symbiotic water flow
A free fall
From a quiz life
And the buzzing of it
Gone
Though the reaching still tries to breech
And pound
And claw their way
Out of it
The eclipse and filthy whole
Muddy with grasping
Parched from searching
Is it ever finding?
A way back home
A face contorts
The question why screamed
And floats away on silence ...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
29th Apr 2020 11:20am
29th Apr 2020 11:20am
From The Belov’ed
After l have a microwaveable
half chicken pot pie for dinner
I mute the news according to
Trump, to fix some Twinings,
then put my feet up for a read
of verses chosen by Jackie O.
I gradually realize it’s outside,
there’s the lilting mesmerized
vibe of a middle eastern sing
drifting from out a screenless
apartment window where we
are all isolated now that night
has fallen & the courtyard is
serenely still around the pool.
The older man is Arabic I think ...
half chicken pot pie for dinner
I mute the news according to
Trump, to fix some Twinings,
then put my feet up for a read
of verses chosen by Jackie O.
I gradually realize it’s outside,
there’s the lilting mesmerized
vibe of a middle eastern sing
drifting from out a screenless
apartment window where we
are all isolated now that night
has fallen & the courtyard is
serenely still around the pool.
The older man is Arabic I think ...
#love
#humankind
#NaPoWriMo2020
#pandemic
#identity
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calamitygin
Poem Published
28th Apr 2020 5:30pm
28th Apr 2020 5:30pm
Life
I look around this empty space
And wonder at it
how it all became
And was put into piles collected
To be tossed
And was
And piled again
And Again
Then in my mind....
My gut
My instinct
My intuition and the following
It plays out
Right out of me
********
There is a game
Played
Movements easy around the board
The dice
Tossed and rolled
Tumbled to stop
All flick of...
And wonder at it
how it all became
And was put into piles collected
To be tossed
And was
And piled again
And Again
Then in my mind....
My gut
My instinct
My intuition and the following
It plays out
Right out of me
********
There is a game
Played
Movements easy around the board
The dice
Tossed and rolled
Tumbled to stop
All flick of...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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calamitygin
Poem Published
27th Apr 2020 6:14pm
27th Apr 2020 6:14pm
Genuflect
It is dawn
I watch the dusty tilt and splinter
Of morning sun's soft emissions
I weave my fingers through them
And let them hold my need
My ache for the evenings before
when I bathed you
And knew your body
And could smell your scent
Strong and musky
where it was kept upon our bathroom shelf
My ache
she is strong
she remembers when
When comfort and care
And your arms were ever ready
To pull around me
Wrapped carelessly
Ghosts of you still wrap tight
...
I watch the dusty tilt and splinter
Of morning sun's soft emissions
I weave my fingers through them
And let them hold my need
My ache for the evenings before
when I bathed you
And knew your body
And could smell your scent
Strong and musky
where it was kept upon our bathroom shelf
My ache
she is strong
she remembers when
When comfort and care
And your arms were ever ready
To pull around me
Wrapped carelessly
Ghosts of you still wrap tight
...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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calamitygin
Poem Published
26th Apr 2020 2:13am
26th Apr 2020 2:13am
These Waters
I have stroked my way
through great lengths
And currents
Of uncertainty
Come ripple
Come shoot
And it seems
In this moment
I did not miss
It's pull
Through doubt
Through once devastating
Remorse
That had grabbed my ankles
To tug me under
To see my face
In airless whisper
Bubbles of scream
I could not muster
Rise
And rise slowly
And swallow into it
Hollow panic
I could not choke ...
through great lengths
And currents
Of uncertainty
Come ripple
Come shoot
And it seems
In this moment
I did not miss
It's pull
Through doubt
Through once devastating
Remorse
That had grabbed my ankles
To tug me under
To see my face
In airless whisper
Bubbles of scream
I could not muster
Rise
And rise slowly
And swallow into it
Hollow panic
I could not choke ...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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23 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 4:31am
25th Apr 2020 4:31am
Did You
Father.
Did you ever remember me
there
when I was small,
did the sky record
what you saw?
When I heard you speak
in low rumbles of thunder
before a storm,
did it ever occur to you
that I was painted on your clouds
before all this;
that I was
behind that door in
the eaves of your old house...
Did you ever remember me
there
when I was small,
did the sky record
what you saw?
When I heard you speak
in low rumbles of thunder
before a storm,
did it ever occur to you
that I was painted on your clouds
before all this;
that I was
behind that door in
the eaves of your old house...
#father
#childhood
#NaPoWriMo2020 #OceanVuong
#NaPoWriMo2020 #OceanVuong
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calamitygin
Poem Published
24th Apr 2020 10:08pm
24th Apr 2020 10:08pm
One night in a bar
The instrumental blows
Slow saxophone
Accompanying my mood
I tip the man with dip and shake
Smoke and it's pillaring
High and blue
Like writhing tendrils
Of the Medusa
And her memories of when
She was a beauty queen
A thought occurs
by tossed delivery
However heavy my scrupulous resolve
This kind of heaven is thick
With indiscretion
So one for my baby
And one more for the road
My bend...
Slow saxophone
Accompanying my mood
I tip the man with dip and shake
Smoke and it's pillaring
High and blue
Like writhing tendrils
Of the Medusa
And her memories of when
She was a beauty queen
A thought occurs
by tossed delivery
However heavy my scrupulous resolve
This kind of heaven is thick
With indiscretion
So one for my baby
And one more for the road
My bend...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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calamitygin
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2020 6:02am
23rd Apr 2020 6:02am
Drenched
Enter this cloud
Of nostalgia that tufts and rises
Dark and billowy
Promising summer storms
Of slanted rains
Strong enough for redemption
(They will be broken promises, it will blow much stronger than that)
And any effect it might have on you
This cloud
With it's seriously thick ways
Manifested hardcore
To stick in skies
That mean to be blue
They just may cling
And swamp you
Dampen your skin
Slick you with perspiration
Like the afterglow of red hot...
Of nostalgia that tufts and rises
Dark and billowy
Promising summer storms
Of slanted rains
Strong enough for redemption
(They will be broken promises, it will blow much stronger than that)
And any effect it might have on you
This cloud
With it's seriously thick ways
Manifested hardcore
To stick in skies
That mean to be blue
They just may cling
And swamp you
Dampen your skin
Slick you with perspiration
Like the afterglow of red hot...
#sex
#NaPoWriMo2020
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