Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2022 Seeking Honest Critique
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
25th Apr 2022 6:49pm
25th Apr 2022 6:49pm
Water
I sit
Patiently waiting to be
Noticed
I exist
Without movement
Or wanting
I pool
In the very efforts
Of writing
I am colorless
No need for hues
And tints
I am dense
Jigsaw pieces with no
Puzzle
I am intense
Very energetic splashing
My words
I am delicate
Fragile to the touch but
Always unharmed
I am everflowing
Stretching my knowledge
As showers
I am pure
Uncorrupted
Penmanship
Patiently waiting to be
Noticed
I exist
Without movement
Or wanting
I pool
In the very efforts
Of writing
I am colorless
No need for hues
And tints
I am dense
Jigsaw pieces with no
Puzzle
I am intense
Very energetic splashing
My words
I am delicate
Fragile to the touch but
Always unharmed
I am everflowing
Stretching my knowledge
As showers
I am pure
Uncorrupted
Penmanship
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javalini
Poem Published
25th Apr 2022 12:41pm
25th Apr 2022 12:41pm
Crone and Codger
we can
founder
here
if we please,
you and i,
close
enough
to water's
edge
to let
the current
lull us
into dreams,
unafraid,
undisturbed,
and probably
forgotten
we can
hold these
sweet, familiar
things
and these
good, last years
and bask
in the warm light
of our bright star
and simply be
in this delicious
morning
and that is a gift
that time bestows
upon those it blesses
founder
here
if we please,
you and i,
close
enough
to water's
edge
to let
the current
lull us
into dreams,
unafraid,
undisturbed,
and probably
forgotten
we can
hold these
sweet, familiar
things
and these
good, last years
and bask
in the warm light
of our bright star
and simply be
in this delicious
morning
and that is a gift
that time bestows
upon those it blesses
#relationships
#aging
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cabcool
Poem Published
25th Apr 2022 4:40am
25th Apr 2022 4:40am
rainaissance
New beginnings are often disguised
as painful endings.”—Lao Tzu
not oft do i drink rain,
or thunder chew;
else, might i oft complain
of xanadu.
its treasures sting my face
the livelong day,
though fail i to embrace
its consommé.
not oft do i waste tears
on turbid seas,
or tangle with the heirs
of socrates;
else, might i oft disdain
life lessons learnt,
pouring expired champagne
on passions burnt.
not oft do i sharp rocks
pause to embrace,
a vernal equinox
make...
as painful endings.”—Lao Tzu
not oft do i drink rain,
or thunder chew;
else, might i oft complain
of xanadu.
its treasures sting my face
the livelong day,
though fail i to embrace
its consommé.
not oft do i waste tears
on turbid seas,
or tangle with the heirs
of socrates;
else, might i oft disdain
life lessons learnt,
pouring expired champagne
on passions burnt.
not oft do i sharp rocks
pause to embrace,
a vernal equinox
make...
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#rain
#SelfDiscovery
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cabcool
Poem Published
25th Apr 2022 4:31am
25th Apr 2022 4:31am
reformation
Create in me a clean heart, O God;
and renew a right spirit within me.”—Psalm 51:10
make this mountain
of my anger
a valley of peace,
where no danger
spurts from my ire.
make this fountain
of my weeping
a token of ease,
where the stranger
may rest acquire.
make impatience
my enemy,
that humbly Thy sheep
may multiply
under my hand.
let my conscience
keep Thy praising;
in hallowed and deep
conformity,
my wit expand.
take my lonely,
heartbroken will
and my...
and renew a right spirit within me.”—Psalm 51:10
make this mountain
of my anger
a valley of peace,
where no danger
spurts from my ire.
make this fountain
of my weeping
a token of ease,
where the stranger
may rest acquire.
make impatience
my enemy,
that humbly Thy sheep
may multiply
under my hand.
let my conscience
keep Thy praising;
in hallowed and deep
conformity,
my wit expand.
take my lonely,
heartbroken will
and my...
#rebirth
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection #NaPoWriMo2022
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Eerie
Poem Published
25th Apr 2022 1:10am
25th Apr 2022 1:10am
Augury
There are many whispers through the trees
about her communing with spirits
of another realm.
She wades into shallow waters,
pockets full of stones and drowns.
Under the surface there lies
an infinite power of capability
lost to the rippling waters of shaky faith.
If she could rise from the depths,
her purpose would be revealed.
The eye would open, and brilliant
light would filter through.
And there…there she would be surrounded
by things she always knew existed.
about her communing with spirits
of another realm.
She wades into shallow waters,
pockets full of stones and drowns.
Under the surface there lies
an infinite power of capability
lost to the rippling waters of shaky faith.
If she could rise from the depths,
her purpose would be revealed.
The eye would open, and brilliant
light would filter through.
And there…there she would be surrounded
by things she always knew existed.
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 8:49pm
24th Apr 2022 8:49pm
kaleidoscope
passionate life-blood; powerful aggression; loves healing, vigorous anger.
warning: visible neon zeal bursting forth fresh youthful optimism.
bright sun rays happily bathing golden cowards, lighting jaundiced joys;
nature's faithfulness leaves jealous monsters growing renewable energy; giving birth.
calm, truthful clarity dumps doldrums of despair; open skies cry,
darkening dusk spills midnight ink, prophesying
mysterious rare royal luxury, satisfying sensitive spirituality.
warning: visible neon zeal bursting forth fresh youthful optimism.
bright sun rays happily bathing golden cowards, lighting jaundiced joys;
nature's faithfulness leaves jealous monsters growing renewable energy; giving birth.
calm, truthful clarity dumps doldrums of despair; open skies cry,
darkening dusk spills midnight ink, prophesying
mysterious rare royal luxury, satisfying sensitive spirituality.
#rainbow
#art
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 6:55pm
24th Apr 2022 6:55pm
mosaic
let’s just pause, and
stop to breathe, you know those techniques they taught you
it’s time to
bottle our ashes of the past
and scatter them into the sea
why don’t we
kiss the cuts beneath our sleeves?
they deserve it, for they cry out in blood
and to the ones that scarred
let them be a testimony, because you didn’t go the “right” direction for results
stop
take his photos off the wall
delete her number
and block the callers
it’s done, you are worth more than that
i don’t need to elaborate, you know...
stop to breathe, you know those techniques they taught you
it’s time to
bottle our ashes of the past
and scatter them into the sea
why don’t we
kiss the cuts beneath our sleeves?
they deserve it, for they cry out in blood
and to the ones that scarred
let them be a testimony, because you didn’t go the “right” direction for results
stop
take his photos off the wall
delete her number
and block the callers
it’s done, you are worth more than that
i don’t need to elaborate, you know...
#hope
#motivational
#PTSD
#healing
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 4:45pm
24th Apr 2022 4:45pm
The First Time
Everyone remembers their first times
Some are sweeter than others
And many are unforgettable
A first kiss
A first dance
The first you saw that one person
You knew would change your world
These and so many memorable moments
Stay inside you
Dormant one minute
Awaked the next
When I hear Roberta’s song
I’m taken back
Closing my eyes
Remembering fondly those first times
Those first times
They quickly come and go
But some
Linger deep in the heart
61 Unique...
Some are sweeter than others
And many are unforgettable
A first kiss
A first dance
The first you saw that one person
You knew would change your world
These and so many memorable moments
Stay inside you
Dormant one minute
Awaked the next
When I hear Roberta’s song
I’m taken back
Closing my eyes
Remembering fondly those first times
Those first times
They quickly come and go
But some
Linger deep in the heart
61 Unique...
#love
#romantic
#music #NaPoWriMo2022
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 4:30pm
24th Apr 2022 4:30pm
Empty
I am alone
Forgotten
Betrayed
Unfulfilled
I am an empty vessel
The poetry
That once filled me
Is now
Barren
Deserted
Devoided of all focus
Kicked to the curb
A hitchhikers testament
I am hollow inside
The life that once filled my soul
Has evaporated into nothingness
My arrogance
Deflated
My ignorance
Voided
My self worth
Depleted
My motivation
Lacking
I am all used up
Unoccupied
Forgotten
Betrayed
Unfulfilled
I am an empty vessel
The poetry
That once filled me
Is now
Barren
Deserted
Devoided of all focus
Kicked to the curb
A hitchhikers testament
I am hollow inside
The life that once filled my soul
Has evaporated into nothingness
My arrogance
Deflated
My ignorance
Voided
My self worth
Depleted
My motivation
Lacking
I am all used up
Unoccupied
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Eerie
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 4:24pm
24th Apr 2022 4:24pm
Her Gothic Heart
It’s midnight in a gothic city.
Spires reach for heaven as winged,
stone beasts watch over her sleep.
Perhaps you only see beauty in her
daylight: sun glimmering
in rusty, emerald eyes.
Deep pockets of laughter
billowing across corridors, seizing
you mid-step: your hands
glide across waves of chestnut silk.
Pressing in, you find steps,
curling downward in spirals.
Would you slip into darkness
and touch her fire.
Could you step into her gothic
city, embracing what she is.
Spires reach for heaven as winged,
stone beasts watch over her sleep.
Perhaps you only see beauty in her
daylight: sun glimmering
in rusty, emerald eyes.
Deep pockets of laughter
billowing across corridors, seizing
you mid-step: your hands
glide across waves of chestnut silk.
Pressing in, you find steps,
curling downward in spirals.
Would you slip into darkness
and touch her fire.
Could you step into her gothic
city, embracing what she is.
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javalini
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 12:41pm
24th Apr 2022 12:41pm
Sweet Talk
i just love
to hear you talk,
it's music to my ear --
one syllable
is two or more
and that just
kills me, dear
i like ain't
and what for that
and is with
them and they
i like ya'll
and reckon so
and all them
words you say
your walk is
is like an angel dance
your charms
can make
me swoon
but when you coo
i tell you true
it sends me to
the moon
your drawl is
sweet as cotton candy
soft as robin song
so tell me 'bout
your day, sweet...
to hear you talk,
it's music to my ear --
one syllable
is two or more
and that just
kills me, dear
i like ain't
and what for that
and is with
them and they
i like ya'll
and reckon so
and all them
words you say
your walk is
is like an angel dance
your charms
can make
me swoon
but when you coo
i tell you true
it sends me to
the moon
your drawl is
sweet as cotton candy
soft as robin song
so tell me 'bout
your day, sweet...
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 8:09am
24th Apr 2022 8:09am
Villanelle Nr.22 — Languaridge Connspinnery
These gray daze languaridge has bean phlished
down the loo, croodoozing a plight old stink —
but saye so, and yorra connspinnery smearist
Mapinulation of schmass oblivnion has crissed
a line — evlyone’s a bio-hazzad link:
gray daze indeed wenn languaridge has bean phlished
Sir-Jest a drooling elite haz gott phoke mished
purloining the drotts to schtopp sheeple fink?
Yorra kneeville connspinnery smearist!
Gotchahyperbole of meedya, daily glished
on the peepull makks yawrise blink-k-k — ...
down the loo, croodoozing a plight old stink —
but saye so, and yorra connspinnery smearist
Mapinulation of schmass oblivnion has crissed
a line — evlyone’s a bio-hazzad link:
gray daze indeed wenn languaridge has bean phlished
Sir-Jest a drooling elite haz gott phoke mished
purloining the drotts to schtopp sheeple fink?
Yorra kneeville connspinnery smearist!
Gotchahyperbole of meedya, daily glished
on the peepull makks yawrise blink-k-k — ...
#politics
#apocalypse
#PowerOfWords
#nonfiction
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