Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2021 Seeking Friendly Advice
#NaPoWriMo2021
nomoth
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 7:43pm
5th Apr 2021 7:43pm
all the buried men
the buildings remain
sell them up to god.
kneels - to turn the key
to the lock,
rises - to house
the birds to dust
in shadows
of the morning sun
your artist hands
bow and pick:
the safe in beds
and last pence
from my pocket,
I note
all your blue-grey skies
as each sun behind
sheds light to steal
the woodland's break.
I do not know
if these shimmers that kick off
from their leaves
step towards me
or against my life besides.
sell them up to god.
kneels - to turn the key
to the lock,
rises - to house
the birds to dust
in shadows
of the morning sun
your artist hands
bow and pick:
the safe in beds
and last pence
from my pocket,
I note
all your blue-grey skies
as each sun behind
sheds light to steal
the woodland's break.
I do not know
if these shimmers that kick off
from their leaves
step towards me
or against my life besides.
#love
#death
#nature #NaPoWriMo2021
#nature #NaPoWriMo2021
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15 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 3:17am
5th Apr 2021 3:17am
Puzzles at the shelter
I want to tell you my story,” he said.
“You make me feel calm.”
I just passed him a piece of the barn
and stayed silent while he talked.
A story of childhood abuse,
riddled with confusing snippets from the news of the day,
veering from sad
to implausible
to factually inaccurate,
famous names dropped in for shock value --
and hurt laced throughout.
I am not a therapist,
and nothing I can do can fix this.
But,
I can give him all the red barn pieces
while I focus on this rooster,
and though the...
“You make me feel calm.”
I just passed him a piece of the barn
and stayed silent while he talked.
A story of childhood abuse,
riddled with confusing snippets from the news of the day,
veering from sad
to implausible
to factually inaccurate,
famous names dropped in for shock value --
and hurt laced throughout.
I am not a therapist,
and nothing I can do can fix this.
But,
I can give him all the red barn pieces
while I focus on this rooster,
and though the...
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2021
568 reads
9 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 4:02pm
4th Apr 2021 4:02pm
Hide & Seek
My coffee is ready
Black with cream
My mood is deadly
Escaping Napo’s dream
My body is weak
Dignified by zombieism
My mentality at peak
Coping poetry magnetism
The morning is bright
Taunting my dedication
My vocab is all rewrite
Napo loves its castration
My breakfast is air
Stomach pains drum up its strike
Fellowship of the poems ain’t fair
I chewed off more than I can bite
My thought process is fried
Hangin on like a scared kitten on a branch
On the wings of April I slide
Down the slope of my...
Black with cream
My mood is deadly
Escaping Napo’s dream
My body is weak
Dignified by zombieism
My mentality at peak
Coping poetry magnetism
The morning is bright
Taunting my dedication
My vocab is all rewrite
Napo loves its castration
My breakfast is air
Stomach pains drum up its strike
Fellowship of the poems ain’t fair
I chewed off more than I can bite
My thought process is fried
Hangin on like a scared kitten on a branch
On the wings of April I slide
Down the slope of my...
#LifeStruggles
#MovingOn
#escape
#determination
#NaPoWriMo2021
11 reads
9 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 2:49am
4th Apr 2021 2:49am
Flag Waving Patriots
while driving in a quiet
residential neighborhood
my eyes were drawn
to a nice home
with a flagpole in front
proudly displaying the
stars and stripes
for a moment i felt a twinge of patriotism
then i noticed
that below the
red white and blue symbol of my country
there was a second flag
lovely blue and white
with bold lettering
proclaiming
“F&*K BIDEN”
(but real letters instead of the
ampersand and asterisk
if you know what i mean)
which...
residential neighborhood
my eyes were drawn
to a nice home
with a flagpole in front
proudly displaying the
stars and stripes
for a moment i felt a twinge of patriotism
then i noticed
that below the
red white and blue symbol of my country
there was a second flag
lovely blue and white
with bold lettering
proclaiming
“F&*K BIDEN”
(but real letters instead of the
ampersand and asterisk
if you know what i mean)
which...
#politics
#NaPoWriMo2021
336 reads
4 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 10:29pm
3rd Apr 2021 10:29pm
Far Away
Thirty poems
Thirty days
So much coffee
Canoeing brain waves
Nothing written
Everything gained
Freshly smitten
Runaway trained
Too distracted
To even think
Trophy eyed impacted
Writing on the sync
Laptop open
T.V. blastin
Barely copin’
Only fastin
Three days in
I’m still moody
Plans to win
April’s a movie
Easter’s here
The bunny hops
Eat my fear
Write nonstop
Who needs food
My stomach aches
Mouse is glued
No time for breaks
Let me ramble
Rant and...
Thirty days
So much coffee
Canoeing brain waves
Nothing written
Everything gained
Freshly smitten
Runaway trained
Too distracted
To even think
Trophy eyed impacted
Writing on the sync
Laptop open
T.V. blastin
Barely copin’
Only fastin
Three days in
I’m still moody
Plans to win
April’s a movie
Easter’s here
The bunny hops
Eat my fear
Write nonstop
Who needs food
My stomach aches
Mouse is glued
No time for breaks
Let me ramble
Rant and...
#anxiety
#hope
#frustration #NaPoWriMo2021
#frustration #NaPoWriMo2021
14 reads
12 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 5:06pm
3rd Apr 2021 5:06pm
Wild Seed
Wild seed blown to the breeze;
where will he fall, who will call.
If given a chance, with him I would dance
twisting and shaking in a lofty romance.
In hours as minutes, seconds burned to dust
every notion a fragment adrift in wanderlust.
How he flies within the reeds
seeking nothing that he won't need.
Only a tiny resting spot
unstable and on a wavering lot;
going unnoticed even in wind
hiding among each branch that bends.
He will emerge in some strange time
to come alive in sight and mind
germinating in...
where will he fall, who will call.
If given a chance, with him I would dance
twisting and shaking in a lofty romance.
In hours as minutes, seconds burned to dust
every notion a fragment adrift in wanderlust.
How he flies within the reeds
seeking nothing that he won't need.
Only a tiny resting spot
unstable and on a wavering lot;
going unnoticed even in wind
hiding among each branch that bends.
He will emerge in some strange time
to come alive in sight and mind
germinating in...
#love
#lover
#FallingInLove #NaPoWriMo2021
#FallingInLove #NaPoWriMo2021
596 reads
13 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 3:28am
3rd Apr 2021 3:28am
Good Friday
It started with the music.
Driving, gritty bass rhythm,
keening guitar’s wail,
time signature intrigue,
emotion-ripped vocals…
…ear candy for a budding musician.
Then it was the story.
A revolutionary, calling out the status quo,
unwilling to compromise purpose,
a misunderstood martyr,
friends torn by fear and consequences…
…capturing all that is tragic in humanity.
Then it became a ritual.
More personal with every listen,
every year of experience suffered,
every book, chapter and verse of the...
Driving, gritty bass rhythm,
keening guitar’s wail,
time signature intrigue,
emotion-ripped vocals…
…ear candy for a budding musician.
Then it was the story.
A revolutionary, calling out the status quo,
unwilling to compromise purpose,
a misunderstood martyr,
friends torn by fear and consequences…
…capturing all that is tragic in humanity.
Then it became a ritual.
More personal with every listen,
every year of experience suffered,
every book, chapter and verse of the...
#music
#NaPoWriMo2021
#spiritual
764 reads
18 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 9:35pm
2nd Apr 2021 9:35pm
Waiting
Come to me so that I may be free
Free of your captors that hinder me
Why must you be so damn evasive
Let me give birth in a perfect oasis
You are my only food for thought
Without you I do this for naught
All my creativeness is on hold
Just cycling through my mind until told
Inspiration is a thief that holds the key to my mind
I’m just juggling the words that I’m desperate to find
My canvas is blank and my pen is dry
My mind’s an open book awaiting satisfaction to fly
I need your influence
I need you to guide
Quit being a...
Free of your captors that hinder me
Why must you be so damn evasive
Let me give birth in a perfect oasis
You are my only food for thought
Without you I do this for naught
All my creativeness is on hold
Just cycling through my mind until told
Inspiration is a thief that holds the key to my mind
I’m just juggling the words that I’m desperate to find
My canvas is blank and my pen is dry
My mind’s an open book awaiting satisfaction to fly
I need your influence
I need you to guide
Quit being a...
#anxiety
#rhyming
#frustration
#symbolism
#NaPoWriMo2021
9 reads
10 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 8:07pm
2nd Apr 2021 8:07pm
Still
My love was but a notion;
his shadow was bare.
He arose from the sweetest hurt
as I saw him shining there.
His voice was merely silent,
so much I barely heard
the melody my heart could play
as he uttered no words.
Yet high atop a grassy hill
my mind did run so wild;
his verdant voice was everywhere
and to this dream I held:
that where he waits, I too shall go
over rough terrain, deliberate, slow.
Each step I’ll find and make with ease
as kindly at my back a breeze.
Though this life is arduous,
‘tis...
his shadow was bare.
He arose from the sweetest hurt
as I saw him shining there.
His voice was merely silent,
so much I barely heard
the melody my heart could play
as he uttered no words.
Yet high atop a grassy hill
my mind did run so wild;
his verdant voice was everywhere
and to this dream I held:
that where he waits, I too shall go
over rough terrain, deliberate, slow.
Each step I’ll find and make with ease
as kindly at my back a breeze.
Though this life is arduous,
‘tis...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2021
769 reads
15 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
1st Apr 2021 1:30pm
1st Apr 2021 1:30pm
in 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 mothe rumbling, mumbling
stumbling upstairs
and the stars are looking
to find you (see if you)
are looking for them
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 mothe rumbling, mumbling
stumbling upstairs
and the stars are looking
to find you (see if you)
are looking for them
#morning
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2021
561 reads
11 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
1st Apr 2021 1:05pm
1st Apr 2021 1:05pm
Foolish April
Time to write a poem a day.
What the heck am I going to say?
I sit and stare at this cursed page:
who wants to read my angst and rage?
Look! 25 words; I’m halfway there,
but is this a poem I want to share?
There’s nothing of substance in my mind,
not a shred of poetry can I find.
Five rhyming couplets, now I’m done!
Tomorrow I’ll write a better one.
What the heck am I going to say?
I sit and stare at this cursed page:
who wants to read my angst and rage?
Look! 25 words; I’m halfway there,
but is this a poem I want to share?
There’s nothing of substance in my mind,
not a shred of poetry can I find.
Five rhyming couplets, now I’m done!
Tomorrow I’ll write a better one.
#WritersBlock
#NaPoWriMo2021
815 reads
16 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2021 9:29am
23rd Mar 2021 9:29am
Terzanelle Nr.05 — The Job
This is the job of writers and saints
turn up at the desk obeying the call
and do so alone, without complaint
sit in a manner of wonder, that’s all
open your mind with a curious wait
turn up at the desk obeying the call
an angel is guarding your muse at the gate
so none of your foes will suffer to strike -
open your mind to a curious wait
with freedom to be … just do what you like
filling your heart with a permanent smile
so none of your foes will...
turn up at the desk obeying the call
and do so alone, without complaint
sit in a manner of wonder, that’s all
open your mind with a curious wait
turn up at the desk obeying the call
an angel is guarding your muse at the gate
so none of your foes will suffer to strike -
open your mind to a curious wait
with freedom to be … just do what you like
filling your heart with a permanent smile
so none of your foes will...
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2021
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2021
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11 Comments
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