Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2022 Seeking Friendly Advice
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
11th Aug 2022 11:10am
posterity
Posterity
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat here!”
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam’s pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.
...
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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
#MaryOliver
#MayaAngelou
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#HenryDavidThoreau
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Honoria
Poem Published
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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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
#NaPoWriMo2022
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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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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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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… ...
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… ...
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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
#JimMorrison #NaPoWriMo2022
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 8:05pm
30th Apr 2022 8:05pm
Sisyphus' Circus
The issue is not
that the boulder rolls back downhill
nor that it is difficult to push.
We have strength
and we can do hard things.
The problem is
there are so damn many boulders
and attending to one
means letting others slide
And those that are ignored
tick relentlessly
like failure bombs
And sometimes I'd like to
just lie down
and let the avalanche end me.
But I keep pushing,
pedaling furiously
like a clown
on a unicycle
on a tightrope
over a pit of lava ...
that the boulder rolls back downhill
nor that it is difficult to push.
We have strength
and we can do hard things.
The problem is
there are so damn many boulders
and attending to one
means letting others slide
And those that are ignored
tick relentlessly
like failure bombs
And sometimes I'd like to
just lie down
and let the avalanche end me.
But I keep pushing,
pedaling furiously
like a clown
on a unicycle
on a tightrope
over a pit of lava ...
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#frustration #NaPoWriMo2022
#frustration #NaPoWriMo2022
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 7:35pm
30th Apr 2022 7:35pm
A Journey Well Traveled
With a fire in our heart
And a song in our spirit
We aim to guide our art
To the ears of those who hear it
Our poems written through
this ultimate test of will
Will open up a new point of view
As we traveled up that hill
Our pen and pad ready for their abuse
By the onslaught of our thoughts
The month-long quest with our muse
Had many more lessons than we thought
And a song in our spirit
We aim to guide our art
To the ears of those who hear it
Our poems written through
this ultimate test of will
Will open up a new point of view
As we traveled up that hill
Our pen and pad ready for their abuse
By the onslaught of our thoughts
The month-long quest with our muse
Had many more lessons than we thought
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
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
#NaPoWriMo2022
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 2:37am
30th Apr 2022 2:37am
LimerElla
There once was a student named Ella
moving house with a girl and two fellas
They needed a van
so I said “yes I can”
and that started me on this novella
They departed a two storey flat
to move in with a boy and a cat
There were so many stairs
I’m now having nightmares
about falling and going kersplat
You might wonder why I’d be at peace
lugging boxes all day without cease
Though the work was unpaid
I was pleased to give aid
for this Ella is my darling niece
moving house with a girl and two fellas
They needed a van
so I said “yes I can”
and that started me on this novella
They departed a two storey flat
to move in with a boy and a cat
There were so many stairs
I’m now having nightmares
about falling and going kersplat
You might wonder why I’d be at peace
lugging boxes all day without cease
Though the work was unpaid
I was pleased to give aid
for this Ella is my darling niece
#family
#limerick
#NaPoWriMo2022
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