Poetry Writing Month | NaPoWriMo 2022
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Poems forming part of our 2022 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).
Honoria
Bumped 1st Jul 2022 5:11am
31st May 2022 8:30am
31st May 2022 8:30am
Four Freedoms
Lo’ these many nights I lie awake in fear of losing all the freedoms I have known and consider my rights to exercise at will.
Am I only to experience these privileges within the quiet protection of mind and heart?
Systematically observing the erosion of critical thinking and civilized debate among mankind.
My mental anguish does not allow a resting heart rate when I bear witness to a silenced voice, excluded prayer, distended belly, or imprisoned soul.
The very idea of prior generations sacrificing their lives to establish, uphold and leave behind...
Am I only to experience these privileges within the quiet protection of mind and heart?
Systematically observing the erosion of critical thinking and civilized debate among mankind.
My mental anguish does not allow a resting heart rate when I bear witness to a silenced voice, excluded prayer, distended belly, or imprisoned soul.
The very idea of prior generations sacrificing their lives to establish, uphold and leave behind...
#freedom
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nomoth
Poem Published
6th Jun 2022 11:37pm
6th Jun 2022 11:37pm
Bluebell
Flat out
on an island,
on a feather bed of autumn leaves.
A choir of encircling bluebells
are nodding and I am old, unlocking
upholstered cloisters
with their chintz
betraying a codic chime.
There lay no depth of culture
within the antiphony.
Our shallow roots
vulnerable to jack boots,
piss rash and cliche.
These are how
. our hands tangle.
An angry kitsch,
(your finger loosens my shirt)
asks for a frenzy,
for a soft collar
and leash to drag us apart.
on an island,
on a feather bed of autumn leaves.
A choir of encircling bluebells
are nodding and I am old, unlocking
upholstered cloisters
with their chintz
betraying a codic chime.
There lay no depth of culture
within the antiphony.
Our shallow roots
vulnerable to jack boots,
piss rash and cliche.
These are how
. our hands tangle.
An angry kitsch,
(your finger loosens my shirt)
asks for a frenzy,
for a soft collar
and leash to drag us apart.
#relationships
#separation
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4 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2022 6:20am
3rd Jun 2022 6:20am
Perspectives in Freedom
What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend,
it ceases to exist."
- Salman Rushdie
"Speak, or be unheard,
open your mind or be confined.
You have so much to say
don't let self doubt take it away.
Open minds and hearts are listening
and they can affirm what is humanity
expressing and being itself in you
opinions aren't right or wrong, just unique;
it is bravery in action to shout in your
true voice as a lion would roar
and a fearless voice is a blessing
even in the...
it ceases to exist."
- Salman Rushdie
"Speak, or be unheard,
open your mind or be confined.
You have so much to say
don't let self doubt take it away.
Open minds and hearts are listening
and they can affirm what is humanity
expressing and being itself in you
opinions aren't right or wrong, just unique;
it is bravery in action to shout in your
true voice as a lion would roar
and a fearless voice is a blessing
even in the...
#freedom
#HenryDavidThoreau
#MaryOliver
#MayaAngelou
#NaPoWriMo2022
109 reads
3 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
28th May 2022 5:18am
28th May 2022 5:18am
Army Of Empties
Grasping at air, hungry for more
locked behind eyes, a forever closed door.
We are the many, gone are the few
who ever among us sanity knew.
Every nuance of human spark
now flickers to fade here in the dark.
Are we the same robotic selves
whose voices resound in similar pall.
Whom was I, can't I ever know
first I was here yet ever slow
guarding the thing I held to strong
now it trails behind our throng.
Each step we make a stumble forth
our inner compass unregisters north.
Hope gets...
locked behind eyes, a forever closed door.
We are the many, gone are the few
who ever among us sanity knew.
Every nuance of human spark
now flickers to fade here in the dark.
Are we the same robotic selves
whose voices resound in similar pall.
Whom was I, can't I ever know
first I was here yet ever slow
guarding the thing I held to strong
now it trails behind our throng.
Each step we make a stumble forth
our inner compass unregisters north.
Hope gets...
#soldiers
#war
#zombies
#fear
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5 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
28th May 2022 4:47am
28th May 2022 4:47am
We Shan't Go
I hear the tiny voice through the trees,
of you, of me; do not ask why.
The night wraps us in its blanket of promise
and we have multitudes of choices to make
and answers call in the evening lull
as mist upon our faces falls;
when but now, or where, but here
no, do not ask why.
Let us walk, our feet finding a way,
let us tread into the longest night unaware
until it's day, as far as we dare,
no, do not ask why.
I fancy I have been here awhile,
seeing every kind of smile,
every grin that knowing bears; ...
of you, of me; do not ask why.
The night wraps us in its blanket of promise
and we have multitudes of choices to make
and answers call in the evening lull
as mist upon our faces falls;
when but now, or where, but here
no, do not ask why.
Let us walk, our feet finding a way,
let us tread into the longest night unaware
until it's day, as far as we dare,
no, do not ask why.
I fancy I have been here awhile,
seeing every kind of smile,
every grin that knowing bears; ...
#love
#romantic
#night
#TSEliot
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2 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
19th May 2022 9:14pm
19th May 2022 9:14pm
these unnecessary coats of glass and metal
The fingernail taps
around the edges;
the dusty sill
and sawdust of little reminders,
the all of every mote’d moment
that fall earthy onward
I am unable to course
without your wet plate hair,
your collodion-dapple’d stare,
your flower-chain dangling over me
and your breath
laying eggs, millimetre
birdnests under my throat
I cannot open the blinds,
unlock the door,
discern a plausibly real form
under the vitriol of artificial light.
I...
around the edges;
the dusty sill
and sawdust of little reminders,
the all of every mote’d moment
that fall earthy onward
I am unable to course
without your wet plate hair,
your collodion-dapple’d stare,
your flower-chain dangling over me
and your breath
laying eggs, millimetre
birdnests under my throat
I cannot open the blinds,
unlock the door,
discern a plausibly real form
under the vitriol of artificial light.
I...
#grief
#art
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10 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
14th May 2022 00:07am
14th May 2022 00:07am
you are a cinematographer
this half-sown
papoose
you carry me through
without assumptions.
a scent of black tape
wrapping the belly
your flat-pressed
stamen sigh
rising from an anemone cup.
I would wear
your eye to the stream
and slip through the eels
and follow its path alongside,
as it curls through into another,
to the edge of the dam where
two swans foggy in net curtain,
their three cygnets
grey in duff down,
circle
and...
#hope
#dreams
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14 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Bumped 11th May 2022 1:04am
30th Apr 2022 5:08pm
30th Apr 2022 5:08pm
Comma
30 / 30
Comma
Our finite timelines are likening to train tracks
stretching from onset to finality –
only to board another train
be it a spiritual destination
or a chance to start anew
I’ve made many (too many, maybe)
an unscheduled stop
distracted by the ado of bright lights
flim-flam artisans shouting
from their mobile homes,
street corners, as well
Some stops were brief
others felt like an extended binge
yet others, due to my...
Comma
Our finite timelines are likening to train tracks
stretching from onset to finality –
only to board another train
be it a spiritual destination
or a chance to start anew
I’ve made many (too many, maybe)
an unscheduled stop
distracted by the ado of bright lights
flim-flam artisans shouting
from their mobile homes,
street corners, as well
Some stops were brief
others felt like an extended binge
yet others, due to my...
#LifeCycle
#travel
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124 reads
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Honoria
Poem Published
10th May 2022 2:02am
10th May 2022 2:02am
An Absent God
Where are you, Lord?
In the darkest hours
of human need,
your embrace feels distant.
You, who so loved the world.
Yet, you abandon your humblest
servant~
to right and left, You feel•••
Where are you, Lord?
Please, just this once, I won’t ask for anything else, I promise.
Help me regain my Faith, Belief, TRUST.
Where is He when something horrible is happening?
Why doesn’t He answer my immediate prayers?
Maybe,
He’s already there…
holding my hand…
during...
In the darkest hours
of human need,
your embrace feels distant.
You, who so loved the world.
Yet, you abandon your humblest
servant~
to right and left, You feel•••
Where are you, Lord?
Please, just this once, I won’t ask for anything else, I promise.
Help me regain my Faith, Belief, TRUST.
Where is He when something horrible is happening?
Why doesn’t He answer my immediate prayers?
Maybe,
He’s already there…
holding my hand…
during...
#NaPoWriMo2022
271 reads
46 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
6th May 2022 11:51pm
6th May 2022 11:51pm
The Silver Forest
In the tender heart
where vulnerable peace exists
innocuous
and of silver strands
its daylight and twilight
promise sovereignty
as the forest glitters --
Its creatures all love me.
She is the raven, the one
whom I never fear, the dark
blackness of her
is within the deepest recess
of matron soul.
Paternal is not the air
here but gone
in fear of serpent's lair.
I am what lies and rules beneath
and devours fear in moving
rippling it away ...
where vulnerable peace exists
innocuous
and of silver strands
its daylight and twilight
promise sovereignty
as the forest glitters --
Its creatures all love me.
She is the raven, the one
whom I never fear, the dark
blackness of her
is within the deepest recess
of matron soul.
Paternal is not the air
here but gone
in fear of serpent's lair.
I am what lies and rules beneath
and devours fear in moving
rippling it away ...
#earth
#forest
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2 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
1st May 2022 9:29pm
1st May 2022 9:29pm
Like a Tombstone
just when did it turn
black, white, and gray?
did the flowers die? did the grass wither away?
though cobblestone streets look as gloomy as the clouds above me
they can hardly hold the weight of my emptiness
grief has cast its spell
i'm talking to my shadow, and falling into the cracks i used to step over.
in my visions, the colors startle
they’re a disturbing reminder of what life was, with you beside me
they wait there and repeat
so, i dance in these fantasies
but never savor, there’s not enough time
in a blink,...
black, white, and gray?
did the flowers die? did the grass wither away?
though cobblestone streets look as gloomy as the clouds above me
they can hardly hold the weight of my emptiness
grief has cast its spell
i'm talking to my shadow, and falling into the cracks i used to step over.
in my visions, the colors startle
they’re a disturbing reminder of what life was, with you beside me
they wait there and repeat
so, i dance in these fantasies
but never savor, there’s not enough time
in a blink,...
#sadness
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
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108 reads
1 Comment
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
1st May 2022 2:11am
1st May 2022 2:11am
THE CYCLE OF THINGS
It was supposed to be fun
I told Nigel
With regards to the telescope
Now destined for the dump
First you shoot for the stars
Then you learn
There are missing parts
It sits neglected
Gathering rust
Like the metal cover
In the sidewalk
A thing to remark upon
Before hiking old trails
That have long since
Grown over and become
Mysterious again
I told Nigel
With regards to the telescope
Now destined for the dump
First you shoot for the stars
Then you learn
There are missing parts
It sits neglected
Gathering rust
Like the metal cover
In the sidewalk
A thing to remark upon
Before hiking old trails
That have long since
Grown over and become
Mysterious again
#technology
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2022
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