Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2021 Seeking Friendly Advice
#NaPoWriMo2021
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
25th Apr 2021 3:20am
25th Apr 2021 3:20am
Fantasy/reality
When you read the great tales, one truth is clear –
whether it’s Middle Earth or Narnia,
Charles Wallace, Will Stanton or Harry Potter
or in a galaxy far, far away…
Always there’s a great darkness
descending on the land
attacking hope
pitting people against each other
tearing worlds apart
Always the victory comes to those
who decide to reach out
stop being lone heroes
start working together
embracing one another
as their reason to fight.
And I wonder if the world
might do so much better
at...
whether it’s Middle Earth or Narnia,
Charles Wallace, Will Stanton or Harry Potter
or in a galaxy far, far away…
Always there’s a great darkness
descending on the land
attacking hope
pitting people against each other
tearing worlds apart
Always the victory comes to those
who decide to reach out
stop being lone heroes
start working together
embracing one another
as their reason to fight.
And I wonder if the world
might do so much better
at...
#love
#books
#scifi #NaPoWriMo2021
#scifi #NaPoWriMo2021
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
24th Apr 2021 8:13pm
24th Apr 2021 8:13pm
Post-Petanque
Well,
today the well is dry.
So I am left scrabbling for words;
it must have been a good day
to have silenced my thoughts so much,
where the usual noise and hubbub
is replaced with tranquillity.
After a day out
to a newly discovered park;
up a steep hill with five benches
to survey the sight below
and the cricket club nearby,
then a game of petanque
while the winds blows
reminding that is a British Spring day.
Then ice cream
or a frozen lemonade-strawberry slurry
as I chose.
today the well is dry.
So I am left scrabbling for words;
it must have been a good day
to have silenced my thoughts so much,
where the usual noise and hubbub
is replaced with tranquillity.
After a day out
to a newly discovered park;
up a steep hill with five benches
to survey the sight below
and the cricket club nearby,
then a game of petanque
while the winds blows
reminding that is a British Spring day.
Then ice cream
or a frozen lemonade-strawberry slurry
as I chose.
#spring
#NaPoWriMo2021
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
24th Apr 2021 3:22am
24th Apr 2021 3:22am
Afghan stripes
First, ketchuppy red – makes me hungry for fries,
then the messy off-white of April snow
Orange memory of seventies… harvest gold
Turquoise, the water on a Cuban beach
What is that colour – brown? auburn? poop?
And beige… f#%k that, it can’t decide what it is.
Bright green – my heart swells, dreaming of spring
Now lavender, lilac, heather – I say purple!
Back to ketchup – yuck, why use that one twice?!
Soft gray like Maritime ghosts in the mist
More poop – guess there’s always plenty of that
And white – it’s boring, but fills in the gap ...
then the messy off-white of April snow
Orange memory of seventies… harvest gold
Turquoise, the water on a Cuban beach
What is that colour – brown? auburn? poop?
And beige… f#%k that, it can’t decide what it is.
Bright green – my heart swells, dreaming of spring
Now lavender, lilac, heather – I say purple!
Back to ketchup – yuck, why use that one twice?!
Soft gray like Maritime ghosts in the mist
More poop – guess there’s always plenty of that
And white – it’s boring, but fills in the gap ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2021 11:04pm
23rd Apr 2021 11:04pm
Blasted Cheating Computer
Cheating scum that know every exploit,
able to calculate on five different levels
unfair mechanical methods,
answered by rage and passion
that no mere machine
could ever posses or be capable of,
armed with the ultimate move:
to not play,
defying all logic with spite
and mortality
able to just walk away
while the machine sits idling and unnoticed.
able to calculate on five different levels
unfair mechanical methods,
answered by rage and passion
that no mere machine
could ever posses or be capable of,
armed with the ultimate move:
to not play,
defying all logic with spite
and mortality
able to just walk away
while the machine sits idling and unnoticed.
#technology
#humankind
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2021 6:54pm
23rd Apr 2021 6:54pm
Cognition Poetica
Writing poetry
is an obsession
a sacred calling
by nature ordained
not a lucrative profession
at least not the lucre
the world sees as gain
peace of mind, succor
heart’s commiseration
grief’s consolation,
constitute the core
of a poet’s
remuneration
Pen to paper
fingers to keyboard
each peak every nadir
compelled to record
sincere words woven
Into fabric of life
tell of elation and strife
ecstasy and pain
and of they whom consider
them one in the same
In this...
is an obsession
a sacred calling
by nature ordained
not a lucrative profession
at least not the lucre
the world sees as gain
peace of mind, succor
heart’s commiseration
grief’s consolation,
constitute the core
of a poet’s
remuneration
Pen to paper
fingers to keyboard
each peak every nadir
compelled to record
sincere words woven
Into fabric of life
tell of elation and strife
ecstasy and pain
and of they whom consider
them one in the same
In this...
#love
#WritingPoetry
#obsession #NaPoWriMo2021
#obsession #NaPoWriMo2021
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2021 6:51am
23rd Apr 2021 6:51am
Pater Automobilias - Final Lap
Papa’s prized English roadster
after many years of motoring pleasure
began slowly to deteriorate
despite efforts to repair his treasure
decrepitude advanced
beyond the skills to ameliorate
Engine no longer cranking
to garage once again relegated
dad now drives a Volkswagen
to Beetle from fancy sports car fated
Father decided his MG to restore
hired a guy with bogus talent
dismantling the car and nothing more
like humpty’s king’s horses and men
he couldn’t put dad’s
car back together again
after many years of motoring pleasure
began slowly to deteriorate
despite efforts to repair his treasure
decrepitude advanced
beyond the skills to ameliorate
Engine no longer cranking
to garage once again relegated
dad now drives a Volkswagen
to Beetle from fancy sports car fated
Father decided his MG to restore
hired a guy with bogus talent
dismantling the car and nothing more
like humpty’s king’s horses and men
he couldn’t put dad’s
car back together again
#regret
#father
#cars
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2021
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2021 2:38am
23rd Apr 2021 2:38am
I love the smell of NaPo in the morning
We’re poeting for all we’re worth!
Every night new words we birth;
big words, small words, thick and thin,
fitting all the syllables in.
Words we choose for sake of rhyme,
words that thunder, whisper, chime -
whatever it takes to make the point
(sometimes made-up words we floint).
Most times, I write just like I talk.
That’s why it often feels so awk-
-ward if I get accolades;
I feel my poems need upgrades!
Perhaps some day they’ll get repaired…
not now! New words must be prepared.
For vict’ry’s near if we heed the warning;...
Every night new words we birth;
big words, small words, thick and thin,
fitting all the syllables in.
Words we choose for sake of rhyme,
words that thunder, whisper, chime -
whatever it takes to make the point
(sometimes made-up words we floint).
Most times, I write just like I talk.
That’s why it often feels so awk-
-ward if I get accolades;
I feel my poems need upgrades!
Perhaps some day they’ll get repaired…
not now! New words must be prepared.
For vict’ry’s near if we heed the warning;...
#WritingPoetry
#support
#NaPoWriMo2021
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9 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2021 6:43pm
22nd Apr 2021 6:43pm
Pater Automobilias - Lap Two
Smiling chrome grill
octagonal MG badge atop
below a round hole
a crank handle fills
used for a good ‘ole
fashioned start ‘em up
Shiny teardrop headlights
sweeping flared fenders crown
like patient surfers waiting
to ride curling waves down
Tapered, vented hood
stock motor conceals
running boards span
‘tween front and rear wheels
like those where on
tommy gun wielding thugs
In gangster movies stood
When the weather was clear
with top-down, dad would drive
his British chariot to...
octagonal MG badge atop
below a round hole
a crank handle fills
used for a good ‘ole
fashioned start ‘em up
Shiny teardrop headlights
sweeping flared fenders crown
like patient surfers waiting
to ride curling waves down
Tapered, vented hood
stock motor conceals
running boards span
‘tween front and rear wheels
like those where on
tommy gun wielding thugs
In gangster movies stood
When the weather was clear
with top-down, dad would drive
his British chariot to...
#happiness
#father
#dreams
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2021
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6 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2021 3:24am
22nd Apr 2021 3:24am
She works until midnight
She works until midnight tonight –
The sentence makes me pause as I remember,
once upon a time…
Midnight was the hour when the party got going,
when liquified dancing took over my mind
and I couldn’t even imagine her;
Because that was way before her time.
Later, midnight was the hour
of waking up groggy
for feeding and rocking
and burping and changing,
thinking the tiredness would never end;
But that was before her childhood.
Then, midnight became the hour
for one last check on the sleeping cherub -
the...
The sentence makes me pause as I remember,
once upon a time…
Midnight was the hour when the party got going,
when liquified dancing took over my mind
and I couldn’t even imagine her;
Because that was way before her time.
Later, midnight was the hour
of waking up groggy
for feeding and rocking
and burping and changing,
thinking the tiredness would never end;
But that was before her childhood.
Then, midnight became the hour
for one last check on the sleeping cherub -
the...
#admiration
#daughter
#bittersweet #NaPoWriMo2021
#bittersweet #NaPoWriMo2021
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
21st Apr 2021 8:24pm
21st Apr 2021 8:24pm
Thirty-Days Of...
Migranes and insomnia
Mental euphoria
Stomach aches
Poetry cakes
Mind explosions
Flustered emotions
Finger cramps
Lighted lamps
Annoying confusion
Napo delusion
Writing on command
Self reprimand
Writer’s block
Eyes on clock
New inspiration
Steady irritation
Good poetry
Bad poetry
Frustration at its best
Halfway dressed
Sleeping with letters
Poetry collectors
Burning eyes
Sobbing cries
Insanity plea
Poetry where for art thee
Writing early
Gripping firmly ...
Mental euphoria
Stomach aches
Poetry cakes
Mind explosions
Flustered emotions
Finger cramps
Lighted lamps
Annoying confusion
Napo delusion
Writing on command
Self reprimand
Writer’s block
Eyes on clock
New inspiration
Steady irritation
Good poetry
Bad poetry
Frustration at its best
Halfway dressed
Sleeping with letters
Poetry collectors
Burning eyes
Sobbing cries
Insanity plea
Poetry where for art thee
Writing early
Gripping firmly ...
#rhyming
#emotional
#metaphor
#symbolism
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
21st Apr 2021 4:13am
21st Apr 2021 4:13am
Pater Automobilias - Lap One
Papa had a penchant
for British automobiles
when I was just a wee lad
he drove a Morris Minor
then Uncle Jerry called to tell
what a neighbor had to sell
a steel steed much finer
Fond memory I have
traveling with dad
a long way down the 101
a seemingly magical vehicle to see
father’s mind set to own
the racing green, 1950 MG TD
Parked, rarely driven
smothered under clutter
In a garage in San Diego
my dad and his brother
unearthed the buried treasure
father with glee
hands over the dough...
for British automobiles
when I was just a wee lad
he drove a Morris Minor
then Uncle Jerry called to tell
what a neighbor had to sell
a steel steed much finer
Fond memory I have
traveling with dad
a long way down the 101
a seemingly magical vehicle to see
father’s mind set to own
the racing green, 1950 MG TD
Parked, rarely driven
smothered under clutter
In a garage in San Diego
my dad and his brother
unearthed the buried treasure
father with glee
hands over the dough...
#happiness
#father
#memories
#Britain
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
21st Apr 2021 3:59am
21st Apr 2021 3:59am
Four-Twenty
You are the glue
That keeps me connected
When I’m with you
My mood is always erected
I never feel down
But I’m continuously out
You turn up my frown
To an overjoyed shout
We visit some clouds
And possibly the moon
It all depends on your shrouds
If our trip ends soon
You make our day Lucky Charms
We ride the rainbows and shoot for the stars
Hugging our hearts with open arms
We’re blasting off to Mars
Four-Twenty
That keeps me connected
When I’m with you
My mood is always erected
I never feel down
But I’m continuously out
You turn up my frown
To an overjoyed shout
We visit some clouds
And possibly the moon
It all depends on your shrouds
If our trip ends soon
You make our day Lucky Charms
We ride the rainbows and shoot for the stars
Hugging our hearts with open arms
We’re blasting off to Mars
Four-Twenty
#happiness
#love
#rhyming
#respect
#NaPoWriMo2021
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