Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2021 Seeking Friendly Advice
#NaPoWriMo2021
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 3:18am
13th Apr 2021 3:18am
Desperation
This poem is totally going nowhere -
the words are all flailing in midair,
stubbornly refusing to connect
to anything meaningful anywhere.
I’m just spewing verbage out of spite:
Castle! Curtain! Kitten! Kite!
Forced poetry is killing me,
keeping me up too late each night.
All my ideas have fallen flat;
smushed on the floor like a headless hat.
This pile of word-vomit will have to do;
out of time, need to sleep - and that's that.
the words are all flailing in midair,
stubbornly refusing to connect
to anything meaningful anywhere.
I’m just spewing verbage out of spite:
Castle! Curtain! Kitten! Kite!
Forced poetry is killing me,
keeping me up too late each night.
All my ideas have fallen flat;
smushed on the floor like a headless hat.
This pile of word-vomit will have to do;
out of time, need to sleep - and that's that.
#WritersBlock
#NaPoWriMo2021
687 reads
10 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 9:38pm
12th Apr 2021 9:38pm
Ooohhh Happy Day
Ooohhh happy day
My Super Nintendo
Arrived today
After four weeks of waiting
I’m finally celebrating
What a beautiful day
For some childhood advocating
I bought the classics back
Now it’s time for me to attack
Mortal Kombat and Streetfighter
Were always my personal igniter
I played them so much as a kid
You’d think they fell off the grid
Everything works as if it were new
I don’t know about you
But I’m a big kid at heart
Who can turn poetry into art
I’m an old man gamer a la carte
And I can’t...
My Super Nintendo
Arrived today
After four weeks of waiting
I’m finally celebrating
What a beautiful day
For some childhood advocating
I bought the classics back
Now it’s time for me to attack
Mortal Kombat and Streetfighter
Were always my personal igniter
I played them so much as a kid
You’d think they fell off the grid
Everything works as if it were new
I don’t know about you
But I’m a big kid at heart
Who can turn poetry into art
I’m an old man gamer a la carte
And I can’t...
#happiness
#love
#admiration
#emotions
#NaPoWriMo2021
10 reads
2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 5:50am
12th Apr 2021 5:50am
Tribute: Solution
Premature death denied
innate need to provide
maternal love, temporal direction
helping her children
love themselves
learn to express their affection
finally, teach them self sufficiency
although severed earthly connection
mother managed the tasks from heaven
placing good women along my path
with precise intuitive frequency
thus she still mothers by proxy
Jan and Cecilia
angelic nurturers sent first
mothers of good friends
while reaching adolescence worst
when living with family
came to forced end ...
innate need to provide
maternal love, temporal direction
helping her children
love themselves
learn to express their affection
finally, teach them self sufficiency
although severed earthly connection
mother managed the tasks from heaven
placing good women along my path
with precise intuitive frequency
thus she still mothers by proxy
Jan and Cecilia
angelic nurturers sent first
mothers of good friends
while reaching adolescence worst
when living with family
came to forced end ...
#love
#kindness
#mother
#women
#NaPoWriMo2021
638 reads
5 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 3:26am
12th Apr 2021 3:26am
Lessons from a seagull
sun-sequined harbour
shifting with the wind
excessive brightness
turns my gaze upwards,
where a class of studious seagulls
practice Jonathan Livingston’s circles and dives
against a backdrop of baby blue…
…it takes me back
to my grandparents’ house…
Entering into the basement,
(oh, that smell of cool cement floor!)
Up creaky stairs to the kitchen
with its blueberry muffin warmth
and those ugly stained-glass window trinkets
that I made when I was eight, embarrassingly displayed.
Then finally to the favourite...
shifting with the wind
excessive brightness
turns my gaze upwards,
where a class of studious seagulls
practice Jonathan Livingston’s circles and dives
against a backdrop of baby blue…
…it takes me back
to my grandparents’ house…
Entering into the basement,
(oh, that smell of cool cement floor!)
Up creaky stairs to the kitchen
with its blueberry muffin warmth
and those ugly stained-glass window trinkets
that I made when I was eight, embarrassingly displayed.
Then finally to the favourite...
#family
#books
#memories #NaPoWriMo2021
#memories #NaPoWriMo2021
577 reads
8 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 8:58pm
11th Apr 2021 8:58pm
Lazy Sunday
Long week
Brain aches
Too weak
Body shakes
Want sleep
Can’t think
Wanna weep
April ink
Eyes red
Paper blank
Mind dead
Trophy bank
Hunger pain
Writer’s block
Foggy rain
Static shock
Video games
Weather sucks
Mental plains
Counting ducks
Boredom wins
Circle doodles
Buying skins
Ramen noodles
Can’t cook
write/type
Close book
Need hype
Eyes hurt
Must play
Stay alert
Lazy Sunday
Brain aches
Too weak
Body shakes
Want sleep
Can’t think
Wanna weep
April ink
Eyes red
Paper blank
Mind dead
Trophy bank
Hunger pain
Writer’s block
Foggy rain
Static shock
Video games
Weather sucks
Mental plains
Counting ducks
Boredom wins
Circle doodles
Buying skins
Ramen noodles
Can’t cook
write/type
Close book
Need hype
Eyes hurt
Must play
Stay alert
Lazy Sunday
#anxiety
#rhyming
#confusion
#boredom
#NaPoWriMo2021
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10 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 5:57am
11th Apr 2021 5:57am
Tribute: Prologue
I lost my life's anchor at six
when mommy got sick and died
memories of her
were too quickly eclipsed
when by desperate need
my search began
for that love
only mothers provide.
Scant five months postmortem
pragmatic, engineer father
determined to solve
our motherless problem
married a pretty, blond divorcee
with five kids of her own
dearly she loved her progeny
with little affection shown
for my two sisters and me
when mommy got sick and died
memories of her
were too quickly eclipsed
when by desperate need
my search began
for that love
only mothers provide.
Scant five months postmortem
pragmatic, engineer father
determined to solve
our motherless problem
married a pretty, blond divorcee
with five kids of her own
dearly she loved her progeny
with little affection shown
for my two sisters and me
#sadness
#love
#mother
#death
#NaPoWriMo2021
342 reads
10 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 4:02am
11th Apr 2021 4:02am
Cult of Personality
What would be more dangerous?
If you knew my address,
birthdate,
various government numbers
You could track me down,
take all my money,
leave me without material comfort,
but you still wouldn’t know
Who
I
Am.
Would it put me at risk to tell you?
I’m Luna Lovegood
Spider Man
Michael Scott
Arwen
Willy Wonka
Captain Kirk
and Qui-Gon Jinn
all rolled into one.
Would it make me vulnerable?
To say I’m also Orange,
a Capricorn,
a Turbulent Campaigner,
an...
If you knew my address,
birthdate,
various government numbers
You could track me down,
take all my money,
leave me without material comfort,
but you still wouldn’t know
Who
I
Am.
Would it put me at risk to tell you?
I’m Luna Lovegood
Spider Man
Michael Scott
Arwen
Willy Wonka
Captain Kirk
and Qui-Gon Jinn
all rolled into one.
Would it make me vulnerable?
To say I’m also Orange,
a Capricorn,
a Turbulent Campaigner,
an...
#identity
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2021
585 reads
4 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 1:34am
11th Apr 2021 1:34am
Knowledge Is Power, Poetry Is Law
I stand before you
The over-seer of all
The coup de gras of what’s true
The answer to every call
I exist beyond the mortal realm
Where time has no speed
Space and gravity will overwhelm
The weakest link with much greed
I have foreseen the distant future
And witnessed much destruction
Heard the cries from the Earth’s stupor
So I come to you with instruction
Lay down your feeble rights
And harken upon my words
Put an end to these pointless fights
Kill off your hatred like mocking birds
Redirect love into your souls ...
The over-seer of all
The coup de gras of what’s true
The answer to every call
I exist beyond the mortal realm
Where time has no speed
Space and gravity will overwhelm
The weakest link with much greed
I have foreseen the distant future
And witnessed much destruction
Heard the cries from the Earth’s stupor
So I come to you with instruction
Lay down your feeble rights
And harken upon my words
Put an end to these pointless fights
Kill off your hatred like mocking birds
Redirect love into your souls ...
#strength
#hope
#rhyming #NaPoWriMo2021
#rhyming #NaPoWriMo2021
12 reads
3 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 5:41am
10th Apr 2021 5:41am
Music Passion Four
Pop Rock
The dresser top radio blares
610 KFRC!
Morning! Up and at ‘em!
dad coaxes patiently.
“Ahhh do a little dance,
make a little love,
get down tonight”
ten year old self
sings along
It’s all about the upbeat mood
not the lyrics of the song
popular music was the way
I made it through
my grammar school day
Fanfare drum beats
sweet keyboard sounds
The Spinners pose my question
“Could it be I’m falling in love?”
belly tingles with the suggestion
Mary, my second grade sweetheart ...
The dresser top radio blares
610 KFRC!
Morning! Up and at ‘em!
dad coaxes patiently.
“Ahhh do a little dance,
make a little love,
get down tonight”
ten year old self
sings along
It’s all about the upbeat mood
not the lyrics of the song
popular music was the way
I made it through
my grammar school day
Fanfare drum beats
sweet keyboard sounds
The Spinners pose my question
“Could it be I’m falling in love?”
belly tingles with the suggestion
Mary, my second grade sweetheart ...
#happiness
#music
#funny
#passion
#NaPoWriMo2021
722 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 3:13am
10th Apr 2021 3:13am
Sparrow Song
Tiny birds are blessed with the best of songs;
take a good walk and you’ll notice.
Blue jays wear their beauty in feathers, not voices,
pigeons and doves just quietly mourn,
crows and grackles caw and… grack,
seagulls squawk and woodpeckers drum,
and even the largest of eagles
can only manage a pitiful squeak.
But stand in a wood and you’ll hear before you see them-
the ones who warble and sing and trill.
Their nondescript browns and grays are deceptive
as their glamour shows best when you close your eyes.
Yes, the smallest...
take a good walk and you’ll notice.
Blue jays wear their beauty in feathers, not voices,
pigeons and doves just quietly mourn,
crows and grackles caw and… grack,
seagulls squawk and woodpeckers drum,
and even the largest of eagles
can only manage a pitiful squeak.
But stand in a wood and you’ll hear before you see them-
the ones who warble and sing and trill.
Their nondescript browns and grays are deceptive
as their glamour shows best when you close your eyes.
Yes, the smallest...
#birds
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2021
443 reads
6 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 11:20pm
9th Apr 2021 11:20pm
On The Run
Excuse me, dear reader
Have you seen this perpetrator?
He was last spotted in an alphabet speeder
On his way to your reading applicator
He’s the head of the letter gang
His bodyguards are A-Z
He stole my poem and now must hang
Nobody rips off team Napo and me
It is very urgent this perp is found
I only have 7 hrs left
Till a strike hits the ground
And he gets away with theft
Put yourself in my shoes
You must write one piece a day
In this competition, you will lose
If your poems go astray
So please do what I ask ...
Have you seen this perpetrator?
He was last spotted in an alphabet speeder
On his way to your reading applicator
He’s the head of the letter gang
His bodyguards are A-Z
He stole my poem and now must hang
Nobody rips off team Napo and me
It is very urgent this perp is found
I only have 7 hrs left
Till a strike hits the ground
And he gets away with theft
Put yourself in my shoes
You must write one piece a day
In this competition, you will lose
If your poems go astray
So please do what I ask ...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2021
7 reads
2 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 8:35pm
9th Apr 2021 8:35pm
The other kitchen drawer...
(just all my NaPo entries that I would like to re-everything again)
the alcoholic mid-morning fields
young boy dreaming
nothing will scare you,
the spoons inside, pool
to sea and sall screams back to you
the foolish floats
as a hook waiting
a throat of wren singing
and I am laying now down
for tomorrow
baby-milk sky
the nautilus dried fruit sun
seeing and sawing
I magnet the compass
until the north stops spinning ...
the alcoholic mid-morning fields
young boy dreaming
nothing will scare you,
the spoons inside, pool
to sea and sall screams back to you
the foolish floats
as a hook waiting
a throat of wren singing
and I am laying now down
for tomorrow
baby-milk sky
the nautilus dried fruit sun
seeing and sawing
I magnet the compass
until the north stops spinning ...
#NaPoWriMo2021
738 reads
1 Comment
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