Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2022 Seeking Honest Critique
#NaPoWriMo2022
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
28th Apr 2022 8:07pm
28th Apr 2022 8:07pm
THINGS YOU CAN STORE IN A POISON OAK BASKET:
Trinkets the crows have robbed for you
• Poems that open paths into your soul
• Curses and knowledge of damage they’ll do
• Mementos of what’s down the memory hole
• Scratched in initials of lost but deep loves
• Visions of tattoos that were covered up
• The echoes and imprints of knocking on wood
• Overflow from efforts that were never enough
• The faith you’ll forever be misunderstood
• The hope no one else can touch all this stuff
• Poems that open paths into your soul
• Curses and knowledge of damage they’ll do
• Mementos of what’s down the memory hole
• Scratched in initials of lost but deep loves
• Visions of tattoos that were covered up
• The echoes and imprints of knocking on wood
• Overflow from efforts that were never enough
• The faith you’ll forever be misunderstood
• The hope no one else can touch all this stuff
#NaPoWriMo2022
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
28th Apr 2022 8:07pm
28th Apr 2022 8:07pm
THIS IS HOW I WRITE A POEM:
stuck in traffic
Hwy 37
window down
left arm dangling out
I’m struck
by the missing sensation
of the wedding ring
on my finger
it has been months
freehand
I see that word
in my head
a cluster forms around it
drawing life
as you conceive it
a fresh and unique
point of view
the hand you grab
that lifts you up
a metal band
plays on the radio
I’m banging
on the door
with my free hand
Hwy 37
window down
left arm dangling out
I’m struck
by the missing sensation
of the wedding ring
on my finger
it has been months
freehand
I see that word
in my head
a cluster forms around it
drawing life
as you conceive it
a fresh and unique
point of view
the hand you grab
that lifts you up
a metal band
plays on the radio
I’m banging
on the door
with my free hand
#WritingPoetry
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
28th Apr 2022 6:51pm
28th Apr 2022 6:51pm
Wanting
The winds Hail Mary my windows
as if the leaves were the pass
and everything else the
“Tackle”
Framed puzzles put together by me
attach themselves inexplicably
to my wall as if self
“Shackle”
Clutter draws on my breaking point
in a chicken shit manner
provoking me to retaliate
like a boxed in
“Jackal”
The blackbird's circle and stalk
the morning skies in vain attempts
to indict me on trumped-up
charges of aggravated assault on their
“Apple”
Water droplets from the showerhead ...
as if the leaves were the pass
and everything else the
“Tackle”
Framed puzzles put together by me
attach themselves inexplicably
to my wall as if self
“Shackle”
Clutter draws on my breaking point
in a chicken shit manner
provoking me to retaliate
like a boxed in
“Jackal”
The blackbird's circle and stalk
the morning skies in vain attempts
to indict me on trumped-up
charges of aggravated assault on their
“Apple”
Water droplets from the showerhead ...
#NaPoWriMo2022
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javalini
Poem Published
28th Apr 2022 11:07am
28th Apr 2022 11:07am
BUCKY'S NURSING HOME BLUES
96 Buick dead in the drive
and he remembers
when they bought it
new
not so long ago
and damn those years
gone
and her
gone
and the roof
'bout rotted
off the house
and the stove
don't work
and the knees
ache so bad
you can't go
and getting old
must be a crime
'cause goddamn
they take it all
and lock you up
and swear it's
for your own
damned good
and he remembers
when they bought it
new
not so long ago
and damn those years
gone
and her
gone
and the roof
'bout rotted
off the house
and the stove
don't work
and the knees
ache so bad
you can't go
and getting old
must be a crime
'cause goddamn
they take it all
and lock you up
and swear it's
for your own
damned good
#aging
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
28th Apr 2022 3:42am
28th Apr 2022 3:42am
FOUR QUESTIONS
Her sap is black—
Did you know
That you can make
A whole basket
From poison oak?
What dark magic
Would you put into
A container
No one could touch
But you?
Have you seen
The way she climbs
Up redwood trees
Fall decorating
With brilliant pink?
When you see
Her as a protector
Does it change
Your perspective
On this vine?
Did you know
That you can make
A whole basket
From poison oak?
What dark magic
Would you put into
A container
No one could touch
But you?
Have you seen
The way she climbs
Up redwood trees
Fall decorating
With brilliant pink?
When you see
Her as a protector
Does it change
Your perspective
On this vine?
#nature
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
28th Apr 2022 3:42am
28th Apr 2022 3:42am
LEAVE NO ONE BEHIND
Time traveler
Encountering
Your juvenile self
This did not meet
Your standard then
When you were a beginner
Now though, thana ša,
A master, you can see
How it needs to be finished
There is a certain charm
In the sticks
That will remain
A desire to add
As little of the new
As possible
You pick up the ends
Of what you abandoned
A rebirthing of weaving
Encountering
Your juvenile self
This did not meet
Your standard then
When you were a beginner
Now though, thana ša,
A master, you can see
How it needs to be finished
There is a certain charm
In the sticks
That will remain
A desire to add
As little of the new
As possible
You pick up the ends
Of what you abandoned
A rebirthing of weaving
#culture
#tradition
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Eerie
Poem Published
27th Apr 2022 11:47pm
27th Apr 2022 11:47pm
When We Cross
Somewhere deep inside, rattling
my bones, making music with bow
across tendon, you smile
in your way, and I can see
deep in your eyes that I was always
meant to be here.
Maybe I never understood
myself: or maybe I never accepted
what I was meant to be.
Maybe fear clutched me a little too tightly.
But I see my stars and how they
always align, despite my stubborn
stance that they do not dance for me.
One day we’ll stand in front
of the great expanse.
Hand in hand we’ll step into ...
my bones, making music with bow
across tendon, you smile
in your way, and I can see
deep in your eyes that I was always
meant to be here.
Maybe I never understood
myself: or maybe I never accepted
what I was meant to be.
Maybe fear clutched me a little too tightly.
But I see my stars and how they
always align, despite my stubborn
stance that they do not dance for me.
One day we’ll stand in front
of the great expanse.
Hand in hand we’ll step into ...
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
27th Apr 2022 8:43pm
27th Apr 2022 8:43pm
Petrichor
Bring me your rain—
cascading, cooling, cleansing
moisture from heaven.
I'm burnt, and tired
of putting out fires.
Burnished embers surround,
parched and lifeless
in the barrenness.
Everything good
has been consumed by flames.
I need hope; an oasis;
sweet relief.
Send your clouds
to weep on the land.
Fresh rain of life;
purifying showers.
cascading, cooling, cleansing
moisture from heaven.
I'm burnt, and tired
of putting out fires.
Burnished embers surround,
parched and lifeless
in the barrenness.
Everything good
has been consumed by flames.
I need hope; an oasis;
sweet relief.
Send your clouds
to weep on the land.
Fresh rain of life;
purifying showers.
#rain
#fire
#suffering
#hurt
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Apr 2022 8:27pm
27th Apr 2022 8:27pm
In the Stillness of Remembering
I don’t know how many times I must’ve pushed play
But over the decades
It just spoke to me
And for those of us who grew in the times
Some things just felt timeless
Maybe it was Stevie’s soothing voice
Or the harmonies that felt like journeys and dreams
Into realms well far away from my imagination
Reliving a past that was beyond my memory
I swear
I could feel five through a mist of recollections
Or fifteen in those awkward years
Or twenty-five in that hazy decade
All I know
Is I come back once in a while ...
But over the decades
It just spoke to me
And for those of us who grew in the times
Some things just felt timeless
Maybe it was Stevie’s soothing voice
Or the harmonies that felt like journeys and dreams
Into realms well far away from my imagination
Reliving a past that was beyond my memory
I swear
I could feel five through a mist of recollections
Or fifteen in those awkward years
Or twenty-five in that hazy decade
All I know
Is I come back once in a while ...
#music
#memories
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
27th Apr 2022 5:53pm
27th Apr 2022 5:53pm
BOUNDING
Sad but ready
To explode with glee
Moving fast
But slow with me
Surprise the light
On you again
Expected
Yet not knowing when
Follow patterns
You know well
Ocean tides
Will ebb and swell
Energy
Lies under skin
Breathe it open
To begin
Trust the flow
Pull out all stops
Packed to go
In polkadots
To explode with glee
Moving fast
But slow with me
Surprise the light
On you again
Expected
Yet not knowing when
Follow patterns
You know well
Ocean tides
Will ebb and swell
Energy
Lies under skin
Breathe it open
To begin
Trust the flow
Pull out all stops
Packed to go
In polkadots
#rhyming
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
27th Apr 2022 5:51pm
27th Apr 2022 5:51pm
4/20/22
Like a soul
Peering onto the earth
I wove my avatar
My mom’s craft room
For decades
Held all wonder
Her mother made dolls for children
The city gave her
The key to its heart
I never thought
About this aspect
Of my lineage
Like many
I assumed the same old
Static gender roles
And then you taught a class
In cradle-making to men
Reminding them and everyone
MEN WERE THE WEAVERS ONCE
Peering onto the earth
I wove my avatar
My mom’s craft room
For decades
Held all wonder
Her mother made dolls for children
The city gave her
The key to its heart
I never thought
About this aspect
Of my lineage
Like many
I assumed the same old
Static gender roles
And then you taught a class
In cradle-making to men
Reminding them and everyone
MEN WERE THE WEAVERS ONCE
#women
#men
#learning
#wisdom
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Eerie
Poem Published
27th Apr 2022 4:45pm
27th Apr 2022 4:45pm
Parallel
Into starless night our consciousness
stumbles into netherworlds:
eyes dart about, hands grabbing
hold of whatever touches us.
While others sleep, we work
with guided purpose, changing threads
that anchor mortals to timeless
beings, pulling apart the cosmos.
To walk across the ether, touched
by dark flames changes the ideal
story we have grown up in.
Secrets are not theirs to keep.
stumbles into netherworlds:
eyes dart about, hands grabbing
hold of whatever touches us.
While others sleep, we work
with guided purpose, changing threads
that anchor mortals to timeless
beings, pulling apart the cosmos.
To walk across the ether, touched
by dark flames changes the ideal
story we have grown up in.
Secrets are not theirs to keep.
#NaPoWriMo2022
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