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).
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
8th May 2021 6:58am
8th May 2021 6:58am
Visions: Into Light
To see is to hear, once heard it speaks;
a flight of fancy to find the meek
ones who hide from eyes that search
may all our foes we besmirch.
Into light we glide upon
wings unfurled; our will is strong
as the tree men rooted by dirt;
as the brethren found on earth.
Magic now, as it would seem
only hears of which we dream;
visions come to grace our eyes
as we look to ancient skies
Everywhere and spread upon
all we seek to emerge before long
To see is to know and learn so well;
Forever yours, PRaladriel...
a flight of fancy to find the meek
ones who hide from eyes that search
may all our foes we besmirch.
Into light we glide upon
wings unfurled; our will is strong
as the tree men rooted by dirt;
as the brethren found on earth.
Magic now, as it would seem
only hears of which we dream;
visions come to grace our eyes
as we look to ancient skies
Everywhere and spread upon
all we seek to emerge before long
To see is to know and learn so well;
Forever yours, PRaladriel...
#NaPoWriMo2021
#mountains
#JRRTolkien
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
6th May 2021 10:09pm
6th May 2021 10:09pm
Lessons in life part 12.....Children of the Willows
The Brook looks good
without the detergent
foaming from the factory upstream,
it closed its gates in the eighties
but the fish never came back.
It's now called a linear park
but I can still see its heart beating.
I can feel the asthmatic cold
of white canvas tents,
raw black spuds hot handed
from the edge of its fires.
clean pathways weave
where we once dug dens,
I walk alone in the presence of friends
and pick out a spot
to sit and smoke myself to ash.
The spiked collars of hard to cross pipes ...
without the detergent
foaming from the factory upstream,
it closed its gates in the eighties
but the fish never came back.
It's now called a linear park
but I can still see its heart beating.
I can feel the asthmatic cold
of white canvas tents,
raw black spuds hot handed
from the edge of its fires.
clean pathways weave
where we once dug dens,
I walk alone in the presence of friends
and pick out a spot
to sit and smoke myself to ash.
The spiked collars of hard to cross pipes ...
#loneliness
#childhood
#memories
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
6th May 2021 10:05pm
6th May 2021 10:05pm
2024.....Don’t build walls
It’s easy to understand the rough touch
of an ornate brick, the concrete shoes
that keep me fixed mixing mortar,
listening to my blood pump, drowning out
bird song and expectations.
Any good hoarder worth his pile of
newspapers will tell you, that once
the walls are complete we start on the tunnels,
everything bought from the ground up,
must be saved for future reference.
Above the basic workings of a life not lived
I am a landfill site for Amazon trucks,
the crust that seagulls flock for, laughing
from...
of an ornate brick, the concrete shoes
that keep me fixed mixing mortar,
listening to my blood pump, drowning out
bird song and expectations.
Any good hoarder worth his pile of
newspapers will tell you, that once
the walls are complete we start on the tunnels,
everything bought from the ground up,
must be saved for future reference.
Above the basic workings of a life not lived
I am a landfill site for Amazon trucks,
the crust that seagulls flock for, laughing
from...
#MentalHealth
#denial
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
5th May 2021 1:09pm
5th May 2021 1:09pm
The Dance
The chemistry of cocktails requires planning,
the band provide the base, the floor space
of a wide-open glass filled with swirling fruit,
a subtle blend of syrup and elegance.
The tall tail feathers of courtship
bob like fishing floats, hands hooked
on the mouth of a would-be bite.
The pale mood bathes in half-light,
we step outside to exhale
the warmth of our fire, to steam
like racehorses after the chase.
The madness of desire constrained
by the cotton chains of etiquette,
my glance exposes your milk...
the band provide the base, the floor space
of a wide-open glass filled with swirling fruit,
a subtle blend of syrup and elegance.
The tall tail feathers of courtship
bob like fishing floats, hands hooked
on the mouth of a would-be bite.
The pale mood bathes in half-light,
we step outside to exhale
the warmth of our fire, to steam
like racehorses after the chase.
The madness of desire constrained
by the cotton chains of etiquette,
my glance exposes your milk...
#FallingInLove
#dance
#NaPoWriMo2021
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12 Comments
Summerrain75
Poem Published
4th May 2021 4:54pm
4th May 2021 4:54pm
Unending Cycle
Five days from now
April will leave
And May would begin
A constant cycle
Of Days coming and going
Of months ending and beginning
This is the nature of life
It flows in perpetual cycle
Time and season change
But they always go back
To the beginning and eventually ends
As another cycle begins
Grasses grow on rainy days
They die when the heat is unbearable
Yet they grow again after sometime
Much greener than before
Things grow old and die
As people do
But life continues to flow
In its...
April will leave
And May would begin
A constant cycle
Of Days coming and going
Of months ending and beginning
This is the nature of life
It flows in perpetual cycle
Time and season change
But they always go back
To the beginning and eventually ends
As another cycle begins
Grasses grow on rainy days
They die when the heat is unbearable
Yet they grow again after sometime
Much greener than before
Things grow old and die
As people do
But life continues to flow
In its...
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Summerrain75
Poem Published
4th May 2021 8:36am
4th May 2021 8:36am
My Day
I lost track of time
And almost forgot to write
My entry for the day
It's way past ten now
An hour and a few minutes left
Before my 24 hour period ends
We had a visitor this evening
It was my husband's nephew
And their talk lasted for almost two hours
Enough to make me forget
My daily task of writing
Until I saw the time on my phone
My day was busy as usual
With routine household chores
It was very hot today even at mid afternoon
The heat was almost unbearable
When I hang the clothes outside
...
And almost forgot to write
My entry for the day
It's way past ten now
An hour and a few minutes left
Before my 24 hour period ends
We had a visitor this evening
It was my husband's nephew
And their talk lasted for almost two hours
Enough to make me forget
My daily task of writing
Until I saw the time on my phone
My day was busy as usual
With routine household chores
It was very hot today even at mid afternoon
The heat was almost unbearable
When I hang the clothes outside
...
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Summerrain75
Poem Published
4th May 2021 7:20am
4th May 2021 7:20am
Sunset
I miss watching the sunset
The way it slowly recede in the horizon
As its brightness fade little by little
Till the cloak of dusk takes over
It leaves a lingering memory
As the day ends with the fading light
Each sunset is different
Just as how each day differ every day you live
The setting sun reminds me
Of life's changing nature
To savor each moment as it comes
To fully live in the present
And be thankful for each day I live and breathe
The way it slowly recede in the horizon
As its brightness fade little by little
Till the cloak of dusk takes over
It leaves a lingering memory
As the day ends with the fading light
Each sunset is different
Just as how each day differ every day you live
The setting sun reminds me
Of life's changing nature
To savor each moment as it comes
To fully live in the present
And be thankful for each day I live and breathe
#sun
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
3rd May 2021 10:56pm
3rd May 2021 10:56pm
Washed out Wednesday
I’m not listening to the radio
it’s just filling the blank space
between lemon walls,
I want to feel like this.
My thoughts fall in droplets,
the sound of gentle rain on the sky-light
reminds me of caravans,
playing cards till my head ached.
I watch the garden move, the cacophony
of a down pour darkens as wild horses,
thunder over hedges,
riders thrown by buffeting winds,
hidden birds dart for cover,
flashes of brown and buckled wings.
The click of a boiled kettle
brings me back...
it’s just filling the blank space
between lemon walls,
I want to feel like this.
My thoughts fall in droplets,
the sound of gentle rain on the sky-light
reminds me of caravans,
playing cards till my head ached.
I watch the garden move, the cacophony
of a down pour darkens as wild horses,
thunder over hedges,
riders thrown by buffeting winds,
hidden birds dart for cover,
flashes of brown and buckled wings.
The click of a boiled kettle
brings me back...
#depression
#NaPoWriMo2021
576 reads
4 Comments
Summerrain75
Poem Published
2nd May 2021 12:53pm
2nd May 2021 12:53pm
Ginger and Lemon Drink
I'm sipping my nightly drink
A cup of warm ginger and lemon made by my son
Blend of fresh ginger slices, lemon and spoon of wild honey in warm water
Flavored just right for my taste
Not too sour nor too sweet
I had a busy day today
Did chores and attended to my husband's needs
He is still weak physically
I feel tired and spent
A cup of this ginger and lemon drink is just what I need
To recharge my low energy
It is soothing for my throat and helps
In relieving my cough
Every night I take a cup of this drink...
A cup of warm ginger and lemon made by my son
Blend of fresh ginger slices, lemon and spoon of wild honey in warm water
Flavored just right for my taste
Not too sour nor too sweet
I had a busy day today
Did chores and attended to my husband's needs
He is still weak physically
I feel tired and spent
A cup of this ginger and lemon drink is just what I need
To recharge my low energy
It is soothing for my throat and helps
In relieving my cough
Every night I take a cup of this drink...
#son
#NaPoWriMo2021
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4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st May 2021 7:00am
1st May 2021 7:00am
Pay the Price
Allow me to speak freely Ghost Rider
But I’m still sad you are gone
Thinking about your loss
About your lyrics and words
And how it reached us misfits and nerds
But we found comfort in the music
You were the greatest
Always pursuing the next level
and still improving
You were so well read
And articulate
Conveying the human experience
and emotion
As if you spoke directly to us
So many of us copied your style
Putting you at the top of every list
And yet, behind that shy smile
You were...
But I’m still sad you are gone
Thinking about your loss
About your lyrics and words
And how it reached us misfits and nerds
But we found comfort in the music
You were the greatest
Always pursuing the next level
and still improving
You were so well read
And articulate
Conveying the human experience
and emotion
As if you spoke directly to us
So many of us copied your style
Putting you at the top of every list
And yet, behind that shy smile
You were...
#grief
#music
#lyrics
#LifeGoals
#NaPoWriMo2021
307 reads
2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
1st May 2021 5:52am
1st May 2021 5:52am
Music Passion Ten
Bluegrass Roots and Country
Appalachian Summer Night
a front porch congregation
drinking moonshine get’n tight
on cigar box guitar someone strums
banjo lends its lively voice
effervescent fiddle joins
washtub bass and whiskey jug
In tandem mark the beat
washboard adds its joyful noise
singing songs of a sobering nature
of hard times been and coming
ever present death, old time religion
love’s conquest, evil’s defeat
t’was the place of Bluegrass birthing
where seed was planted and nurtured
I was to...
Appalachian Summer Night
a front porch congregation
drinking moonshine get’n tight
on cigar box guitar someone strums
banjo lends its lively voice
effervescent fiddle joins
washtub bass and whiskey jug
In tandem mark the beat
washboard adds its joyful noise
singing songs of a sobering nature
of hard times been and coming
ever present death, old time religion
love’s conquest, evil’s defeat
t’was the place of Bluegrass birthing
where seed was planted and nurtured
I was to...
#happiness
#LifeStruggles
#music
#uplifting
#NaPoWriMo2021
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6 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
1st May 2021 5:51am
1st May 2021 5:51am
Destined To Finish First At Last
Young and wise
King Henry Five
with might didst proclaim
*“the gentler gamester
is the soonest winner.”
commanding
that his army strive
to treat
their foe with favor
come now winning times
much sooner than later
when like altruism
fills all hearts and minds
Today, lamentably,
that peaceable player
would nary survive
but would, instead,
be eaten alive
lest nefarious
kindness thrive
With distressing frequency
I hear of me said
“you’re a really nice guy but…”
by this...
King Henry Five
with might didst proclaim
*“the gentler gamester
is the soonest winner.”
commanding
that his army strive
to treat
their foe with favor
come now winning times
much sooner than later
when like altruism
fills all hearts and minds
Today, lamentably,
that peaceable player
would nary survive
but would, instead,
be eaten alive
lest nefarious
kindness thrive
With distressing frequency
I hear of me said
“you’re a really nice guy but…”
by this...
#kindness
#hope
#despair
#SelfWorth
#NaPoWriMo2021
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7 Comments
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