Poetry Writing Month | NaPoWriMo 2020
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Poems forming part of our 2020 NaPoWriMo challenge (also known as GloPoWriMo). Poetry Writing Month takes place in April each year. Join us next year to write a poem a day for the whole month (30 poems in 30 days).
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 2:58pm
5th Apr 2020 2:58pm
Fifty Unique Words
the challenge
fifty unique
words
i have
prided myself
on
intrinsic ability
to write
concisely
tight terse
minimalist verse
now
writing overtly
long poetry
with
more rhyme
and less
reason
must meet
competition criteria
so
don’t fault
for limited
content
perhaps soul
has been
sold
suppose there’s
forty plus
nine?
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
fifty unique
words
i have
prided myself
on
intrinsic ability
to write
concisely
tight terse
minimalist verse
now
writing overtly
long poetry
with
more rhyme
and less
reason
must meet
competition criteria
so
don’t fault
for limited
content
perhaps soul
has been
sold
suppose there’s
forty plus
nine?
(C)2020 Raibeart Bruis
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 4:08pm
5th Apr 2020 4:08pm
Never Marry A Woman Who Loves Pink
Have you ever married a woman
Whose sole color was only pink?
At times I think she’s not even human
She’s worse off than you could ever think
She’s totally off her rocker
A true wacko in the making
Did I mention she’s also a stalker
I think she’s schizo for the taking
If she had her way
She’d live in a pink barbie dollhouse
Make a whole month her holiday
Convert me a pink follower and I’m her @#%%... spouse
Everything must be pink
Even down to the damn bathroom
The sheets I sleep on must be pink
My damn dreams are even...
Whose sole color was only pink?
At times I think she’s not even human
She’s worse off than you could ever think
She’s totally off her rocker
A true wacko in the making
Did I mention she’s also a stalker
I think she’s schizo for the taking
If she had her way
She’d live in a pink barbie dollhouse
Make a whole month her holiday
Convert me a pink follower and I’m her @#%%... spouse
Everything must be pink
Even down to the damn bathroom
The sheets I sleep on must be pink
My damn dreams are even...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 4:41pm
5th Apr 2020 4:41pm
Fortune Teller
I unveil myself, a new guest,
In her presence of heady Bakoor,
to alight ornate cushions
seeing strung beads come alive.
Was it the weather
I asked the fortune teller,
whose gaze penetrated, saliva
to tastebuds in a new land.
It might have been from an apple,
Gorgeous green and cold.
The start of day in my warm hand
Beginning to sweat.
It gathers, snaking my lifeline.
I rise to meet the intrusion
Of a feathering tongue
In a seduction of sweet cider. ...
In her presence of heady Bakoor,
to alight ornate cushions
seeing strung beads come alive.
Was it the weather
I asked the fortune teller,
whose gaze penetrated, saliva
to tastebuds in a new land.
It might have been from an apple,
Gorgeous green and cold.
The start of day in my warm hand
Beginning to sweat.
It gathers, snaking my lifeline.
I rise to meet the intrusion
Of a feathering tongue
In a seduction of sweet cider. ...
#women
#culture
#sensual
#NaPoWriMo2020
#FreeVerse
1077 reads
19 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 6:01pm
5th Apr 2020 6:01pm
Rollercoaster
Sometimes I feel like a ferris wheel
Never slowing, never stopping
Just moving til I’m motion sick
High above the world, a view to be captured
Short lived as I plummet below
To a darker place I also know
It’s a rollercoaster that I’m stuck inside
A prisoner of my turbulent mind
So moody, unpredictable
I hope you know I can’t control my weather
Pills are useless, sometimes
They slow the roll of the tracks
I wish they’d never go
If only I could jump out and walk
Like the rest of the visitors of the world ...
Never slowing, never stopping
Just moving til I’m motion sick
High above the world, a view to be captured
Short lived as I plummet below
To a darker place I also know
It’s a rollercoaster that I’m stuck inside
A prisoner of my turbulent mind
So moody, unpredictable
I hope you know I can’t control my weather
Pills are useless, sometimes
They slow the roll of the tracks
I wish they’d never go
If only I could jump out and walk
Like the rest of the visitors of the world ...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#myself
#confusion
#NaPoWriMo2020
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2 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 6:17pm
5th Apr 2020 6:17pm
The Hunt goes ever on (Day 5)
The Hunt goes ever on
A whole World
is barely able to contain the Monsters
as their ferocity
is matched only by their diversity,
through sweltering heat
beyond icicle peaks
over decayed remains
beneath misty plains,
the Hunter's duty is to face these Monsters
and use whatever means necessary
whether to kill or capture the creatures
although a stronger foe
will always be a few steps beyond
so the journey
and Hunt goes ever on.
A whole World
is barely able to contain the Monsters
as their ferocity
is matched only by their diversity,
through sweltering heat
beyond icicle peaks
over decayed remains
beneath misty plains,
the Hunter's duty is to face these Monsters
and use whatever means necessary
whether to kill or capture the creatures
although a stronger foe
will always be a few steps beyond
so the journey
and Hunt goes ever on.
#monsters
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 7:28pm
5th Apr 2020 7:28pm
Pursuit of a thread..
It was within the strength of a step
The laying of its laid tread
That we did head in the pursuit of a thread.
That we did head in the pursuit of a thread
Upon the blanket of a night and it's endless sight
Without a care of its toll upon our soul
Nor caring for the absence of light
Just the actions that felt right.
That by the course in which we did head
Led by the the leading of our thread
That we did find the presence of our mind
In the blanket of night, our fanciful flight from our endless fight
That we did step upon...
The laying of its laid tread
That we did head in the pursuit of a thread.
That we did head in the pursuit of a thread
Upon the blanket of a night and it's endless sight
Without a care of its toll upon our soul
Nor caring for the absence of light
Just the actions that felt right.
That by the course in which we did head
Led by the the leading of our thread
That we did find the presence of our mind
In the blanket of night, our fanciful flight from our endless fight
That we did step upon...
#strength
#night
#NaPoWriMo2020
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calamitygin
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 8:27pm
5th Apr 2020 8:27pm
The blessed assent of Liesel Priest
And it came down like madness
The water over her naked self
Spilling over budding dreads of dirty
Neglect
Where it pooled in oil and the dust of long hellish roads
This sacrament refused to mix readily or give easy absolution
For the residuals of long journeyed sins
Hard living had taken its toll
And close to completely
What was left of her mind, muddy
"Of cloudless climbs and starry skies"
She had once known all the words
By heart and mirrored affinity
But sometime in that great distance
Of then to now ...
The water over her naked self
Spilling over budding dreads of dirty
Neglect
Where it pooled in oil and the dust of long hellish roads
This sacrament refused to mix readily or give easy absolution
For the residuals of long journeyed sins
Hard living had taken its toll
And close to completely
What was left of her mind, muddy
"Of cloudless climbs and starry skies"
She had once known all the words
By heart and mirrored affinity
But sometime in that great distance
Of then to now ...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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10 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 9:18pm
5th Apr 2020 9:18pm
White Pine
I climb high in the branches today.
A squirrel registers his complaint,
from a socially safe distance.
Cloud-wisps echo the curve
of soft needles that tickle my face
like mother’s hair.
I am cradled in the sunshine,
cheek against the coolness of tree skin.
The wind sounds different in the top of a pine -
More intimate, like breath through lips.
I am one with the treetop dwellers as they
chatter and hop
branch to twig,
And I sit and
simply
listen.
I’ve always wondered,...
A squirrel registers his complaint,
from a socially safe distance.
Cloud-wisps echo the curve
of soft needles that tickle my face
like mother’s hair.
I am cradled in the sunshine,
cheek against the coolness of tree skin.
The wind sounds different in the top of a pine -
More intimate, like breath through lips.
I am one with the treetop dwellers as they
chatter and hop
branch to twig,
And I sit and
simply
listen.
I’ve always wondered,...
#love
#trees
#spiritual #NaPoWriMo2020
#spiritual #NaPoWriMo2020
476 reads
11 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 10:23pm
5th Apr 2020 10:23pm
Becoming Words
(1)
Death Of A Poet:
In a cloak of greyness
her embers rose,
wayward and burning still
as words in her mouth
yet unwritten nor spoken;
words which lay unformed.
The memory of her was alive
still in so many minds
and pages in volumes,
eras, decades, storied
in a past so vibrant,
so crystalline in its power.
We can remember
all the poets taught us
as we become their words
for a lifetime, or a spell
long enough to be inspired
we can be as they were,
we can learn and teach,...
Death Of A Poet:
In a cloak of greyness
her embers rose,
wayward and burning still
as words in her mouth
yet unwritten nor spoken;
words which lay unformed.
The memory of her was alive
still in so many minds
and pages in volumes,
eras, decades, storied
in a past so vibrant,
so crystalline in its power.
We can remember
all the poets taught us
as we become their words
for a lifetime, or a spell
long enough to be inspired
we can be as they were,
we can learn and teach,...
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2020
462 reads
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 10:31pm
5th Apr 2020 10:31pm
New World Harmony
The cities are silent and the streets are empty,
A plague among us is bringing many casualties
An unseen malady is taking the planet by storm
But our haven is being at home with our families
History seems to repeat itself over and over again
But mankind has survived through wars and disease
There’s always a glimmer of hope, this is not the end
We should have faith so we can put our minds at ease
These are the days we’ll remember in our old age
We’ll honor and mourn and learn how to deal
Because in times of need kindness will...
A plague among us is bringing many casualties
An unseen malady is taking the planet by storm
But our haven is being at home with our families
History seems to repeat itself over and over again
But mankind has survived through wars and disease
There’s always a glimmer of hope, this is not the end
We should have faith so we can put our minds at ease
These are the days we’ll remember in our old age
We’ll honor and mourn and learn how to deal
Because in times of need kindness will...
#kindness
#hope
#music #NaPoWriMo2020
#music #NaPoWriMo2020
405 reads
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 11:14pm
5th Apr 2020 11:14pm
MYSTICAL OUTLINE
I remember when you sang
that song about today
you described our predicament
and our struggle against insignificance
outlining mystically
the hero’s journey we must make
with such clarity it was as if
it had already happened
and because of that it felt familiar
giving us the courage to know
we could do that which is demanded
of us by this moment
that song about today
you described our predicament
and our struggle against insignificance
outlining mystically
the hero’s journey we must make
with such clarity it was as if
it had already happened
and because of that it felt familiar
giving us the courage to know
we could do that which is demanded
of us by this moment
#music
#heroic
#NaPoWriMo2020 #pandemic
#NaPoWriMo2020 #pandemic
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LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
6th Apr 2020 1:13am
6th Apr 2020 1:13am
Detritus
walking across a field
leading me nowhere
except further
into isolation,
my foot met stone
in a hostile
confrontation;
it was fairly violent
considering
they had only just
been introduced,
there certainly
had not been time
to build such resentment
for one another
an unfortunate event
given I had not
quite planned
the long journey back
with stubbed toes;
sinking into crisp grass
trying it’s best to steal
the green of Spring
from Winter’s idling grasp, ...
leading me nowhere
except further
into isolation,
my foot met stone
in a hostile
confrontation;
it was fairly violent
considering
they had only just
been introduced,
there certainly
had not been time
to build such resentment
for one another
an unfortunate event
given I had not
quite planned
the long journey back
with stubbed toes;
sinking into crisp grass
trying it’s best to steal
the green of Spring
from Winter’s idling grasp, ...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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10 Comments
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