Poetry Writing Month | NaPoWriMo 2021
#NaPoWriMo2021
Poems forming part of our 2021 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).
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Bumped 24th Mar 2023 1:17pm
1st May 2021 2:55am
1st May 2021 2:55am
The kind of day that fills out a life
There are days in life that are unthinkably awful
when you desperately want to hit rewind
go back to before whatever “thing” happened
and claw your way out of your own skin.
There are even a few that are blissful
with loved ones and seashores
days you want to live over again
with music soaring like meteors.
This wasn’t either of those.
It was entirely uneventful.
It was a day with work to be done;
creative, enjoyable, non-spectacular work
a day with songbirds on my morning walk
and dreary rain by afternoon
a day...
when you desperately want to hit rewind
go back to before whatever “thing” happened
and claw your way out of your own skin.
There are even a few that are blissful
with loved ones and seashores
days you want to live over again
with music soaring like meteors.
This wasn’t either of those.
It was entirely uneventful.
It was a day with work to be done;
creative, enjoyable, non-spectacular work
a day with songbirds on my morning walk
and dreary rain by afternoon
a day...
#TruthOfLife
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
15th Jun 2022 4:31am
15th Jun 2022 4:31am
Beheaded
Curtsy to the Queen
Talons swoops, fear not of its smoke screen
Claims of divinity in times, yet the core of the soul rings untrue
Reposed, yet empathic unto scattered brain fools
Variations found within its mental slew
Glass dynasties shatter, stepping stones under my feet I reduce
Crowns of grandeur are bestowed
Not loaned, confiscated, of elevated along a dirt road
Hail to the Queen
Guillotined unto the supremacies of my swift validity
Remnant of once was, ashes to ashes, dust to dust of its austerity ...
Talons swoops, fear not of its smoke screen
Claims of divinity in times, yet the core of the soul rings untrue
Reposed, yet empathic unto scattered brain fools
Variations found within its mental slew
Glass dynasties shatter, stepping stones under my feet I reduce
Crowns of grandeur are bestowed
Not loaned, confiscated, of elevated along a dirt road
Hail to the Queen
Guillotined unto the supremacies of my swift validity
Remnant of once was, ashes to ashes, dust to dust of its austerity ...
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#philosophical
#morality
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
30th Jun 2021 7:12pm
30th Jun 2021 7:12pm
The care home cometh
Its beige walls are waiting,
they grin as I'm wheeled in.
The stench of boiled veg
brings up the words
I can only write in bile,
My gripped tight chest
snatches at breaths,
liver spotted fingers
clutch the oxygen mask
as I suck out this cylinder.
Decay is now translucent skin,
hung on bone coat hangers,
memories spread so thin
they runs like mop-bucket bleach,
into the cracks of broken tiles.
Told to sleep, I'm laid out alabaster
under starch tight linen,
Prepared by tepid...
they grin as I'm wheeled in.
The stench of boiled veg
brings up the words
I can only write in bile,
My gripped tight chest
snatches at breaths,
liver spotted fingers
clutch the oxygen mask
as I suck out this cylinder.
Decay is now translucent skin,
hung on bone coat hangers,
memories spread so thin
they runs like mop-bucket bleach,
into the cracks of broken tiles.
Told to sleep, I'm laid out alabaster
under starch tight linen,
Prepared by tepid...
#death
#memories
#illness
#aging
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
24th Jun 2021 6:35pm
24th Jun 2021 6:35pm
You sound like a pig
Tell me why do you snore so loud in bed,
shaking the pictures and walls ?
The noises you make drill straight through my head,
tell me why do you snore so loud in bed.
When there’s nose clips to wear or oils to be spread
and you just sleep through it all.
Tell me why do you snore so loud in bed
shaking the pictures and walls ?
Tell me why do you sound like a pig she said,
digging my ribs with her fist?
each night you find a new nerve to shred
Tell me why do you sound like a pig she said,
please sleep down stairs or...
shaking the pictures and walls ?
The noises you make drill straight through my head,
tell me why do you snore so loud in bed.
When there’s nose clips to wear or oils to be spread
and you just sleep through it all.
Tell me why do you snore so loud in bed
shaking the pictures and walls ?
Tell me why do you sound like a pig she said,
digging my ribs with her fist?
each night you find a new nerve to shred
Tell me why do you sound like a pig she said,
please sleep down stairs or...
#funny
#sleep
#NaPoWriMo2021
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cabcool
Poem Published
21st May 2021 00:47am
21st May 2021 00:47am
acappella songs #3
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE
acappella songs
3. song for my wife
the better half
has not yet been half told;
life’s silver threads
have known not such pure gold
as shapes the heart
of one, bone of my bone,
who fills my void
where i would bleed alone.
flesh of my flesh,
living where i might die,
eternally
to dust indemnify.
© Copyright 2021 May 05
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
acappella songs
3. song for my wife
the better half
has not yet been half told;
life’s silver threads
have known not such pure gold
as shapes the heart
of one, bone of my bone,
who fills my void
where i would bleed alone.
flesh of my flesh,
living where i might die,
eternally
to dust indemnify.
© Copyright 2021 May 05
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#love
#wife
#lyrics #NaPoWriMo2021
#lyrics #NaPoWriMo2021
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
14th May 2021 10:01pm
14th May 2021 10:01pm
The way of the Werewolf
My anger decides to crash the car
but I see the future on your face
and sink its wheels in the soft verge,
engines revving but no motion,
steam hissing from my hands.
I slam the door and we walk,
pull my jacket tight against the cold,
keep off the moors they said;
but I need the bite,
the synapse of a full moon
to rage myself into a creature
that tears open old wounds,
snarls scars onto tree trunks.
After the vicious slaughter
the fevered night passes,
morning brings its cold shiver
lay...
but I see the future on your face
and sink its wheels in the soft verge,
engines revving but no motion,
steam hissing from my hands.
I slam the door and we walk,
pull my jacket tight against the cold,
keep off the moors they said;
but I need the bite,
the synapse of a full moon
to rage myself into a creature
that tears open old wounds,
snarls scars onto tree trunks.
After the vicious slaughter
the fevered night passes,
morning brings its cold shiver
lay...
#anger
#love
#relationships
#conflict
#NaPoWriMo2021
306 reads
2 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
13th May 2021 6:19am
13th May 2021 6:19am
The Walking Led
We can stride ahead to belong,
sever ties in weak made strong.
But how can we, in conscience go
before the things we truly know.
Only with our foresight clear
are any reasons not to fear;
yet hanging on in morbid dread,
of these outcomes we are fed
hatred of our own desires
under which we stoke a fire
full of pleadings to be felt.
In our dealings we get dealt.
When and how will all this end,
where did go ourselves as friends
to each other, to this earth,
our full sentience and our mirth.
I can't find nor...
sever ties in weak made strong.
But how can we, in conscience go
before the things we truly know.
Only with our foresight clear
are any reasons not to fear;
yet hanging on in morbid dread,
of these outcomes we are fed
hatred of our own desires
under which we stoke a fire
full of pleadings to be felt.
In our dealings we get dealt.
When and how will all this end,
where did go ourselves as friends
to each other, to this earth,
our full sentience and our mirth.
I can't find nor...
#peace
#freedom
#choices #NaPoWriMo2021
#choices #NaPoWriMo2021
351 reads
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
13th May 2021 6:16am
13th May 2021 6:16am
Vaxed
I
Needle me with words,
vaccinate my dreams.
Show me different worlds
where everyone has been.
I’m no subject waiting
for your exotic reams;
I’m no pretext waiting
for some curative scheme.
Vaxed to be the first
vaxed to be the last.
Holding on is best,
keeping up so fast;
rolling on a drumbeat,
tapping on this vein.
Giving up I hear the chant
heading toward insane.
II
Vaxing me, vaxing you;
tell the world what it should do.
Selling the gold of fools
to buyers of...
Needle me with words,
vaccinate my dreams.
Show me different worlds
where everyone has been.
I’m no subject waiting
for your exotic reams;
I’m no pretext waiting
for some curative scheme.
Vaxed to be the first
vaxed to be the last.
Holding on is best,
keeping up so fast;
rolling on a drumbeat,
tapping on this vein.
Giving up I hear the chant
heading toward insane.
II
Vaxing me, vaxing you;
tell the world what it should do.
Selling the gold of fools
to buyers of...
#LifeStruggles
#pandemic
#NaPoWriMo2021
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
11th May 2021 5:37am
11th May 2021 5:37am
In A Dream
In a dream you and I were there
floating in the past somewhere
waiting on the world to turn
everyone’s desire to burn.
What the world has not become
letting go I am someone
who bleeds into every known
thrown away like a stone
given to this moment it seems
everything that matters could be:
in a dream, but never there;
in a dream where you still care,
in a dream you never died,
in a dream where heaven lied.
Yesterday we never cried,
lift me to your reasons why
all we are is gone inside,
all we carry forth...
floating in the past somewhere
waiting on the world to turn
everyone’s desire to burn.
What the world has not become
letting go I am someone
who bleeds into every known
thrown away like a stone
given to this moment it seems
everything that matters could be:
in a dream, but never there;
in a dream where you still care,
in a dream you never died,
in a dream where heaven lied.
Yesterday we never cried,
lift me to your reasons why
all we are is gone inside,
all we carry forth...
#love
#dreams
#death
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2021
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
11th May 2021 4:48am
11th May 2021 4:48am
Ode To Night
We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.”
-Khalil Gibran
I
Cry with me, sultry night;
pray for the sentient things
crawling ‘neath your sight.
Glow your moon’s pale light.
Illuminate those whom pine for all
to be right and the fields of things
who count not the hours,
but wave in the wind endlessly
and futilely.
Pass me under safe care tonight,
let the voices lead me softly along:
a muted song.
Cry with me, sultry night.
...
-Khalil Gibran
I
Cry with me, sultry night;
pray for the sentient things
crawling ‘neath your sight.
Glow your moon’s pale light.
Illuminate those whom pine for all
to be right and the fields of things
who count not the hours,
but wave in the wind endlessly
and futilely.
Pass me under safe care tonight,
let the voices lead me softly along:
a muted song.
Cry with me, sultry night.
...
#dreams
#moon
#night
#KahlilGibran
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Summerrain75
Poem Published
10th May 2021 4:44pm
10th May 2021 4:44pm
Value
Most often we take things for granted
And only realized their value when they are gone
How often do we waste time thinking
Of things that are not in our possession
Mulling over possibilities
Of what ifs and maybes in our life
We forget to live in the present
And fail to appreciate every moment we have until it passes
We end up with regrets for not taking each chances and opportunities that came our way
We miss to see the value of things
When we have them in our hands
When we don't need them because they are within...
And only realized their value when they are gone
How often do we waste time thinking
Of things that are not in our possession
Mulling over possibilities
Of what ifs and maybes in our life
We forget to live in the present
And fail to appreciate every moment we have until it passes
We end up with regrets for not taking each chances and opportunities that came our way
We miss to see the value of things
When we have them in our hands
When we don't need them because they are within...
#TruthOfLife
#NaPoWriMo2021
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5 Comments
Summerrain75
Poem Published
9th May 2021 9:14am
9th May 2021 9:14am
Visits
I can't wait for these visits to end
For this past three months we've been frequently visiting the hospital
For a series of laboratory and follow up check ups
With different doctors
Today, we made another round
Of visit to the hospital
Another busy day in our ordinary life
I want to take a break from this routine
A change from this monotonous existence
And wish everything goes back to how it used to be
But this is our reality now
Our life has took a different turn
And has drastically changed
In a short span...
For this past three months we've been frequently visiting the hospital
For a series of laboratory and follow up check ups
With different doctors
Today, we made another round
Of visit to the hospital
Another busy day in our ordinary life
I want to take a break from this routine
A change from this monotonous existence
And wish everything goes back to how it used to be
But this is our reality now
Our life has took a different turn
And has drastically changed
In a short span...
#anxiety
#frustration
#NaPoWriMo2021
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