Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2022 Seeking Honest Critique
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Eerie
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 1:56am
30th Apr 2022 1:56am
The Queen
As a child, I rested bare feet
in shimmery cool waters
of a creek, nestled deep between
rows of ancient trees and prickly brush.
The heavenly scent of wild mint
arose from the murky banks
and wildflowers were carefully
chosen to adorn my hair.
I was the Queen of something
or other, and the fish my courtiers.
At night, under a bright moon
I would wade out to the bottom
of the small waterfall and bathe.
There is something magical
about listening to the babbling
of water over rock, nestled ...
in shimmery cool waters
of a creek, nestled deep between
rows of ancient trees and prickly brush.
The heavenly scent of wild mint
arose from the murky banks
and wildflowers were carefully
chosen to adorn my hair.
I was the Queen of something
or other, and the fish my courtiers.
At night, under a bright moon
I would wade out to the bottom
of the small waterfall and bathe.
There is something magical
about listening to the babbling
of water over rock, nestled ...
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 00:21am
30th Apr 2022 00:21am
Recess
if
all these
poems
written in April
were to somehow
magically
grant their author's wishes
at the end of the
month
what
would that look
like?
if
by some
miracle
or freak of
nature
these poems written
took on a life
all their
own
how
would that
make you
feel?
the
end of
the line is
here
blinding light
greeting
at the end
of the tunnel
the finish line
is crossed
recess
all these
poems
written in April
were to somehow
magically
grant their author's wishes
at the end of the
month
what
would that look
like?
if
by some
miracle
or freak of
nature
these poems written
took on a life
all their
own
how
would that
make you
feel?
the
end of
the line is
here
blinding light
greeting
at the end
of the tunnel
the finish line
is crossed
recess
#NaPoWriMo2022
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 10:26pm
29th Apr 2022 10:26pm
The choice
Once upon a time, my child asked me:
if you could get rid of your chronic pain condition
or your mental illness, which would you pick?
I was taken aback;
it's not a choice anybody gets to make.
After very much thought,
I told her neither;
for both have made me
the person I am today,
taught me resilience,
determination, and flexibility—
as in, different ways of doing things,
and not the kind of flexibility
that comes from having EDS!
Much later on, I've changed my mind;
decided that one adds nothing,
aside...
if you could get rid of your chronic pain condition
or your mental illness, which would you pick?
I was taken aback;
it's not a choice anybody gets to make.
After very much thought,
I told her neither;
for both have made me
the person I am today,
taught me resilience,
determination, and flexibility—
as in, different ways of doing things,
and not the kind of flexibility
that comes from having EDS!
Much later on, I've changed my mind;
decided that one adds nothing,
aside...
#illness
#MentalHealth
#disability
#choices
#NaPoWriMo2022
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 10:17pm
29th Apr 2022 10:17pm
Monologue to the Moon
i climbed the tree once more
to catch a glimpse of moonlight
for a moment, i stood in midnight spotlight
amongst an audience of stars
i read my monologue to the moon
because people dismiss my thoughts too soon
planets listen
i cry, i scream, i laugh
performing, but not entirely acting
no.. i save those skills for morning
embracing a character not my own
friends and family never catch me
out of costume
but they sit in the front row
so i carry on, to the heavens
as dialogue progresses
scripts slide...
to catch a glimpse of moonlight
for a moment, i stood in midnight spotlight
amongst an audience of stars
i read my monologue to the moon
because people dismiss my thoughts too soon
planets listen
i cry, i scream, i laugh
performing, but not entirely acting
no.. i save those skills for morning
embracing a character not my own
friends and family never catch me
out of costume
but they sit in the front row
so i carry on, to the heavens
as dialogue progresses
scripts slide...
#moon
#night
#PowerOfWords
#emotions
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 10:07pm
29th Apr 2022 10:07pm
...Till the Daylight Comes
Picking up every signal she was putting down
Car parked
Sophie B. on the cassette tape deck
Damn…
What was and what could’ve been
When there’s so much history between two
Bonds feel even stronger
When longing for that which you cannot have
But only get a little…
…It goes a long way
Even for those stolen moments
Like tiny secrets and divine peccadillos
We made every expression count
That night was a magical
It was a turning point
One where young aching hearts decide their paths
As if making wishes ...
Car parked
Sophie B. on the cassette tape deck
Damn…
What was and what could’ve been
When there’s so much history between two
Bonds feel even stronger
When longing for that which you cannot have
But only get a little…
…It goes a long way
Even for those stolen moments
Like tiny secrets and divine peccadillos
We made every expression count
That night was a magical
It was a turning point
One where young aching hearts decide their paths
As if making wishes ...
#love
#music
#memories #NaPoWriMo2022
#memories #NaPoWriMo2022
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javalini
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 9:44pm
29th Apr 2022 9:44pm
I, Me, and Mine
tired
of writing i
and me
and mine
and wish those words
banned from
further mention
in this poem
and deemed
neither prophets
nor kings
but monks
who have taken
vows of silence
and renounced all wealth
and all claims
to the joys
of self aggrandizement
and self pity
and self preservation
and have even forsaken their names
and wander
cold and anonymous
in brown robes,
begging,
always dependent
on the kindness
of strangers
of writing i
and me
and mine
and wish those words
banned from
further mention
in this poem
and deemed
neither prophets
nor kings
but monks
who have taken
vows of silence
and renounced all wealth
and all claims
to the joys
of self aggrandizement
and self pity
and self preservation
and have even forsaken their names
and wander
cold and anonymous
in brown robes,
begging,
always dependent
on the kindness
of strangers
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 2:33pm
29th Apr 2022 2:33pm
WINDOWS
Wild is
a thing out my window
the cooing of doves
the breath of the sky
the sound as the green things
all rustle at once
the ripples on water
and creaking of trunks
the dance that exists
as it enters my eye
and finds its way through
a window there too
the longing to be
naked alive
in the sand
on a rock
in a tree
with you
a thing out my window
the cooing of doves
the breath of the sky
the sound as the green things
all rustle at once
the ripples on water
and creaking of trunks
the dance that exists
as it enters my eye
and finds its way through
a window there too
the longing to be
naked alive
in the sand
on a rock
in a tree
with you
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2022
#rhyming
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 2:33pm
29th Apr 2022 2:33pm
A FAST RIDE NORTH
Sometimes I get too wound up
For the music even sound up
A wild wind is blowing
And I don’t know where I’m going
Grasses flourish in my gutter
Try to speak can’t even stutter
Thoughts exploding in a gusher
It’s the context that’s the crusher
Like tattooists so distracted
The art becomes so jacked it
Seems the only thing to do
Is paint it black and boo hoo hoo
But there are dramas going on
In the jungle of your lawn
And matilija poppies frying
In the sunshine by our crying
Dessert first and dreams
Beside...
For the music even sound up
A wild wind is blowing
And I don’t know where I’m going
Grasses flourish in my gutter
Try to speak can’t even stutter
Thoughts exploding in a gusher
It’s the context that’s the crusher
Like tattooists so distracted
The art becomes so jacked it
Seems the only thing to do
Is paint it black and boo hoo hoo
But there are dramas going on
In the jungle of your lawn
And matilija poppies frying
In the sunshine by our crying
Dessert first and dreams
Beside...
#rhyming
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 8:36am
29th Apr 2022 8:36am
Sinking Ink
I sit upon the waves of you until my heart breaks.” - Cipher
Moonless sand stretches in sketches
Serpentine across surfaces
Awakening spaces of faces pulsating in dark hearts
Crafted in dark arts
Parchment waves
Slick with sleek flowing ink
Of knowing
Eluding by constantly moving
Reaching out in a route
That reaches tenebrous beaches
Of a soul alone
Solitary in lapidary solitude
Recognizing the finery
In the finely cut lines
Reflecting the movement of times
Bearing semblances to...
Moonless sand stretches in sketches
Serpentine across surfaces
Awakening spaces of faces pulsating in dark hearts
Crafted in dark arts
Parchment waves
Slick with sleek flowing ink
Of knowing
Eluding by constantly moving
Reaching out in a route
That reaches tenebrous beaches
Of a soul alone
Solitary in lapidary solitude
Recognizing the finery
In the finely cut lines
Reflecting the movement of times
Bearing semblances to...
#shadows
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Eerie
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 1:20am
29th Apr 2022 1:20am
The Ribbons and Her Darkness
As the sun fades behind
grey clouds of twilight,
tranquil calm settles in,
and the sounds of night
begin to emerge.
Like ribbons of mist
winding their way through
dark shadows, they slip
harmonious fingers around
every beat of my heart.
Have you ever been so enraptured
by something, that you could swear
you feel your soul fusing.
grey clouds of twilight,
tranquil calm settles in,
and the sounds of night
begin to emerge.
Like ribbons of mist
winding their way through
dark shadows, they slip
harmonious fingers around
every beat of my heart.
Have you ever been so enraptured
by something, that you could swear
you feel your soul fusing.
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 00:40am
29th Apr 2022 00:40am
Clouds in My Coffee
They who shall not be named
Will not be shamed
Or tamed
In the games that these wild hearts once played
They, who once gave coy smiles
While biting a lower lip, slightly
Lightly
Likely to say something more without words
Left me wondering
Even in the recollection of sitting in that lecture hall
I gazed at the mystery and intrigue
As all (male) eyes watched enthralled
Spellbound by someone completely out of their league
But as fate would have it and just out of habit
I wrote the words in my head in the moment...
Will not be shamed
Or tamed
In the games that these wild hearts once played
They, who once gave coy smiles
While biting a lower lip, slightly
Lightly
Likely to say something more without words
Left me wondering
Even in the recollection of sitting in that lecture hall
I gazed at the mystery and intrigue
As all (male) eyes watched enthralled
Spellbound by someone completely out of their league
But as fate would have it and just out of habit
I wrote the words in my head in the moment...
#music
#memories
#college #NaPoWriMo2022
#college #NaPoWriMo2022
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
28th Apr 2022 10:24pm
28th Apr 2022 10:24pm
When worlds collide
The parallel universe of crisis management is strange,
but navigating two worlds at once is stranger.
This time, I'm flung off life's treadmill
on to some faraway beaten track,
yet with one foot still in the here and now.
attempting to maintain a semblance of routine
and my presence in the workplace.
Half of me operates in slow motion;
living from moment to moment,
putting out fires
and negotiating the unknown.
The other half clings desperately
to what's normal, and physical, and familiar.
One world is surreal...
but navigating two worlds at once is stranger.
This time, I'm flung off life's treadmill
on to some faraway beaten track,
yet with one foot still in the here and now.
attempting to maintain a semblance of routine
and my presence in the workplace.
Half of me operates in slow motion;
living from moment to moment,
putting out fires
and negotiating the unknown.
The other half clings desperately
to what's normal, and physical, and familiar.
One world is surreal...
#motherhood
#MentalHealth
#job #NaPoWriMo2022
#job #NaPoWriMo2022
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