Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2020 Published by Members Recently Online
#NaPoWriMo2020
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
1st May 2020 10:50pm
1st May 2020 10:50pm
NaPoWriMo 2020
kaboom! it explodes
in a profusion of light
then the afterglow
in a profusion of light
then the afterglow
#happiness
#gratitude
#NaPoWriMo2020
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4 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
1st May 2020 10:50pm
1st May 2020 10:50pm
NaPoWriMo 2020
kaboom! it explodes
in a profusion of light
then the afterglow
in a profusion of light
then the afterglow
#happiness
#gratitude
#NaPoWriMo2020
466 reads
4 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
1st May 2020 10:50pm
1st May 2020 10:50pm
NaPoWriMo 2020
kaboom! it explodes
in a profusion of light
then the afterglow
in a profusion of light
then the afterglow
#happiness
#gratitude
#NaPoWriMo2020
466 reads
4 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
27th Apr 2020 4:48pm
27th Apr 2020 4:48pm
Reminiscence
bring me a fancy time machine
I want to go backwards!
dial up the bygone days
when the emerald grass
was cool and waxy
beneath my tanned bare feet,
where cicadas sang loudly,
their high-pitched death song
the perfect accompaniment
to long, hot afternoons
spent rubbing buttercups
under my still-smooth chin
and gulping ice cold water
from hot metal fountains
after waiting my turn,
sweating in the high sun
I want to go backwards!
dial up the bygone days
when the emerald grass
was cool and waxy
beneath my tanned bare feet,
where cicadas sang loudly,
their high-pitched death song
the perfect accompaniment
to long, hot afternoons
spent rubbing buttercups
under my still-smooth chin
and gulping ice cold water
from hot metal fountains
after waiting my turn,
sweating in the high sun
#NaPoWriMo2020
403 reads
6 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
30th Apr 2020 1:52pm
30th Apr 2020 1:52pm
sesquipedalian
(thirty of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
i truly thought my ability to become the brook
i often find myself babbling about, here
and in real life would strengthen and enable
me to power through this poem a day for
thirty straight days. . .
This has not been the case!
i found myself many times in the Deep
(end of the pond) treading water, hoping
for a blinding bit of inspiration
if but for one day, at least!
But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Instead, i dribbled, spilled, threw up (arms)
in...
i truly thought my ability to become the brook
i often find myself babbling about, here
and in real life would strengthen and enable
me to power through this poem a day for
thirty straight days. . .
This has not been the case!
i found myself many times in the Deep
(end of the pond) treading water, hoping
for a blinding bit of inspiration
if but for one day, at least!
But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Instead, i dribbled, spilled, threw up (arms)
in...
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
622 reads
18 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
30th Apr 2020 1:52pm
30th Apr 2020 1:52pm
sesquipedalian
(thirty of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
i truly thought my ability to become the brook
i often find myself babbling about, here
and in real life would strengthen and enable
me to power through this poem a day for
thirty straight days. . .
This has not been the case!
i found myself many times in the Deep
(end of the pond) treading water, hoping
for a blinding bit of inspiration
if but for one day, at least!
But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Instead, i dribbled, spilled, threw up (arms)
in...
i truly thought my ability to become the brook
i often find myself babbling about, here
and in real life would strengthen and enable
me to power through this poem a day for
thirty straight days. . .
This has not been the case!
i found myself many times in the Deep
(end of the pond) treading water, hoping
for a blinding bit of inspiration
if but for one day, at least!
But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Instead, i dribbled, spilled, threw up (arms)
in...
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
622 reads
18 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
30th Apr 2020 1:52pm
30th Apr 2020 1:52pm
sesquipedalian
(thirty of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
i truly thought my ability to become the brook
i often find myself babbling about, here
and in real life would strengthen and enable
me to power through this poem a day for
thirty straight days. . .
This has not been the case!
i found myself many times in the Deep
(end of the pond) treading water, hoping
for a blinding bit of inspiration
if but for one day, at least!
But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Instead, i dribbled, spilled, threw up (arms)
in...
i truly thought my ability to become the brook
i often find myself babbling about, here
and in real life would strengthen and enable
me to power through this poem a day for
thirty straight days. . .
This has not been the case!
i found myself many times in the Deep
(end of the pond) treading water, hoping
for a blinding bit of inspiration
if but for one day, at least!
But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Instead, i dribbled, spilled, threw up (arms)
in...
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
622 reads
18 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
30th Apr 2020 1:52pm
30th Apr 2020 1:52pm
sesquipedalian
(thirty of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
i truly thought my ability to become the brook
i often find myself babbling about, here
and in real life would strengthen and enable
me to power through this poem a day for
thirty straight days. . .
This has not been the case!
i found myself many times in the Deep
(end of the pond) treading water, hoping
for a blinding bit of inspiration
if but for one day, at least!
But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Instead, i dribbled, spilled, threw up (arms)
in...
i truly thought my ability to become the brook
i often find myself babbling about, here
and in real life would strengthen and enable
me to power through this poem a day for
thirty straight days. . .
This has not been the case!
i found myself many times in the Deep
(end of the pond) treading water, hoping
for a blinding bit of inspiration
if but for one day, at least!
But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Instead, i dribbled, spilled, threw up (arms)
in...
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
622 reads
18 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
posterity
Posterity
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
#NaPoWriMo2017
#NaPoWriMo2018
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
posterity
Posterity
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
#NaPoWriMo2017
#NaPoWriMo2018
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
posterity
Posterity
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
#NaPoWriMo2017
#NaPoWriMo2018
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
posterity
Posterity
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
#NaPoWriMo2017
#NaPoWriMo2018
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
#NaPoWriMo2020 #NaPoWriMo2022
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