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).
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 6:04am
2nd Apr 2021 6:04am
The Storm Clouds
I have a new found appreciation
Understanding I should feel blessed
Witnessing the sight and sound
Knowing these storms are a test
They’ll cleanse the soul and earth
With a powerful display of lightening
As the deafening chaotic symphony
Reverberates it’s quite frightening
The storm clouds gather in mass
Delivering winds and heavy rain
And while they usually helps heal
Sometimes they can deliver pain
So I sit here, listening and pondering
Thinking about what the professor said
Our eyes look to the skies...
Understanding I should feel blessed
Witnessing the sight and sound
Knowing these storms are a test
They’ll cleanse the soul and earth
With a powerful display of lightening
As the deafening chaotic symphony
Reverberates it’s quite frightening
The storm clouds gather in mass
Delivering winds and heavy rain
And while they usually helps heal
Sometimes they can deliver pain
So I sit here, listening and pondering
Thinking about what the professor said
Our eyes look to the skies...
#courage
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational #NaPoWriMo2021
#inspirational #NaPoWriMo2021
452 reads
8 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 8:58am
2nd Apr 2021 8:58am
Untethered Words
We've got artistic leeway to play with words
Free to do as we wish; not tethered by cords
Evoking deep chords with resonating poetry
Expressing ourselves at liberty on D.U.P
Using creativity by conjoining our thoughts
With proclivities of thinking outside the box
Our fox den to pen and befriend fellow poets
Consuming some gin, Hen or maybe even Moet
Whatever spirits that help decompress & unwind
From the days festivities still encircling our minds
Many times using rhymes to get our points across
Not employees of...
Free to do as we wish; not tethered by cords
Evoking deep chords with resonating poetry
Expressing ourselves at liberty on D.U.P
Using creativity by conjoining our thoughts
With proclivities of thinking outside the box
Our fox den to pen and befriend fellow poets
Consuming some gin, Hen or maybe even Moet
Whatever spirits that help decompress & unwind
From the days festivities still encircling our minds
Many times using rhymes to get our points across
Not employees of...
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2021
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2021
371 reads
5 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 3:48pm
2nd Apr 2021 3:48pm
A Simple Adjective
I fear you’ll see me vulnerable.
A sentiment for which I can not abide.
The very one you find most attractive.
Is the the very one I will NOT expose to you.
A life time spent mastering this most delicate weakness.
Demolished in the exhale of a sigh.
No! I won’t allow it.
Your pseudo pathos has long ago expired.
Alone I arrive.
Alone I wander.
Alone I depart.
It feels better that way.
Owing nothing at the end.
Preserved and salved by my own solemnity.
I will have maintained...
A sentiment for which I can not abide.
The very one you find most attractive.
Is the the very one I will NOT expose to you.
A life time spent mastering this most delicate weakness.
Demolished in the exhale of a sigh.
No! I won’t allow it.
Your pseudo pathos has long ago expired.
Alone I arrive.
Alone I wander.
Alone I depart.
It feels better that way.
Owing nothing at the end.
Preserved and salved by my own solemnity.
I will have maintained...
#loneliness
#NaPoWriMo2021
649 reads
37 Comments
marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 4:39pm
2nd Apr 2021 4:39pm
Your Words Hurt More Than You Know
The way you say things
Makes me feel like shit
You know I am an emotional person
And yet you do not think
About the words you say
It’s frustrating that you don’t see the hurt in me
That you cause just by speaking
I know you mean no harm
But it comes across so mean
It’s hard to stay composed
When I just want to break down into tears
Makes me feel like shit
You know I am an emotional person
And yet you do not think
About the words you say
It’s frustrating that you don’t see the hurt in me
That you cause just by speaking
I know you mean no harm
But it comes across so mean
It’s hard to stay composed
When I just want to break down into tears
#relationships
#hurt
#NaPoWriMo2021
429 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 4:54pm
2nd Apr 2021 4:54pm
Freeze This Moment
As I get older, time seems to go by faster
Memories pile up then hide in a maze
Remembering old friends and laughter
The days seem to fade in a distant haze
Then I get lost in the nostalgia of it all
Knowing I’ll never get that time back
But it worked out over the long haul
As gray begins to cover what was black
With each passing year I gladly take note
Using words to capture fleeting thoughts
As the professor once said and wrote
I will freeze this moment - with snapshots
Time stands still in my heart, it’s not a...
Memories pile up then hide in a maze
Remembering old friends and laughter
The days seem to fade in a distant haze
Then I get lost in the nostalgia of it all
Knowing I’ll never get that time back
But it worked out over the long haul
As gray begins to cover what was black
With each passing year I gladly take note
Using words to capture fleeting thoughts
As the professor once said and wrote
I will freeze this moment - with snapshots
Time stands still in my heart, it’s not a...
#TimeHeals
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
#aging
#NaPoWriMo2021
492 reads
8 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 5:04pm
2nd Apr 2021 5:04pm
Truth Lies at the Bottom
Far beneath the ocean blue,
where sun-dappled layers of
fishbowl living take place,
here I am not decorated
with fake plants and
dyed-gravel mimicry
Far beneath the raging storm,
where wave-tossed sails of
tattered breathing make haste,
here I am not abandoned
with watery love and
calm-pretense forgery
Far beneath the falling deep,
where murky-black miles of
abysmal fearing lays waste,
here I am not contused
with crushing weight and
night-shadow anxiety
where sun-dappled layers of
fishbowl living take place,
here I am not decorated
with fake plants and
dyed-gravel mimicry
Far beneath the raging storm,
where wave-tossed sails of
tattered breathing make haste,
here I am not abandoned
with watery love and
calm-pretense forgery
Far beneath the falling deep,
where murky-black miles of
abysmal fearing lays waste,
here I am not contused
with crushing weight and
night-shadow anxiety
#love
#water
#SelfWorth #NaPoWriMo2021
#SelfWorth #NaPoWriMo2021
216 reads
18 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
786 reads
15 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
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 11:32pm
2nd Apr 2021 11:32pm
Headed a Grudging I will go
Headed a Grudging I will go,
headed a Grudging I will go,
with a stout heart and an axe strong
to settles scores and right the wrong
over hills and through the dales
over the peaks and through the trails
headed a Grudging I will go,
headed a Grudging I will go,
with a song and a sturdy shield
to travel afar and afield
across the chasms and past the road
across field and past the abode
headed a Grudging I will go,
headed a Grudging I will go,
with certain feet and a sure brow
this is the oath I now avow
to suffer...
headed a Grudging I will go,
with a stout heart and an axe strong
to settles scores and right the wrong
over hills and through the dales
over the peaks and through the trails
headed a Grudging I will go,
headed a Grudging I will go,
with a song and a sturdy shield
to travel afar and afield
across the chasms and past the road
across field and past the abode
headed a Grudging I will go,
headed a Grudging I will go,
with certain feet and a sure brow
this is the oath I now avow
to suffer...
#fiction
#culture
#tradition #NaPoWriMo2021
#tradition #NaPoWriMo2021
411 reads
2 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 11:46pm
2nd Apr 2021 11:46pm
FLOWERS / SOURGRASS
Beauty queen farmer
Aristocratic nose
Hands in the dirt
Fingering what grows
Velvet buds of hounds tongue
Let them open up
Pour the taste of cucumber
Into your glassy cup
And there’s calochortus tolmiei
Known as pussy’s ears
White and purple fur display
The morning dew like tears
Speaking of that’s what you’ll cry
From biting this one’s neck
A prickly and bracing spurt
Sourgrass- what the heck?!
Aristocratic nose
Hands in the dirt
Fingering what grows
Velvet buds of hounds tongue
Let them open up
Pour the taste of cucumber
Into your glassy cup
And there’s calochortus tolmiei
Known as pussy’s ears
White and purple fur display
The morning dew like tears
Speaking of that’s what you’ll cry
From biting this one’s neck
A prickly and bracing spurt
Sourgrass- what the heck?!
#countryside
#flowers
#NaPoWriMo2021
493 reads
12 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
774 reads
18 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 5:20am
3rd Apr 2021 5:20am
Mourning In The Morning
It's hard saying good morning when you're mourning
When the storming keeps coming and coming
Wanting to do nothing but stay under covers
In fetal positions as if yearning for mothers
When heartache seems to hover over head
After hearing that another loved one is dead
As you start seeing red in every portrait of life
From being fed up with the turmoil and strife
When your putty knife no longer conceals your holes
From where pain has managed to erode your soul
Striving to be whole is a death defying feat
Gotta remain...
When the storming keeps coming and coming
Wanting to do nothing but stay under covers
In fetal positions as if yearning for mothers
When heartache seems to hover over head
After hearing that another loved one is dead
As you start seeing red in every portrait of life
From being fed up with the turmoil and strife
When your putty knife no longer conceals your holes
From where pain has managed to erode your soul
Striving to be whole is a death defying feat
Gotta remain...
#grief
#death
#LifeStruggles #NaPoWriMo2021
#LifeStruggles #NaPoWriMo2021
647 reads
7 Comments
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