Poetry Writing Month | NaPoWriMo 2022
#NaPoWriMo2022
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).
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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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
#NaPoWriMo2022
#death
283 reads
2 Comments
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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5 Comments
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
567 reads
9 Comments
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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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 6:35pm
30th Apr 2022 6:35pm
It's complicated
How am I doing?
Thank you for asking.
I'm alive and well;
beyond that, it's complicated.
I can easily see
why people just say, "fine".
In fact, I lie to myself,
say that I am OK
when there are so many feelings
that I don't know where to start.
I cannot cope with the bad ones,
because they feel so much like That.
I'm unsure how to enjoy the good ones,
because they always end
and lead me back to That too.
So... I'm deeply grateful that we're all still standing;
profoundly thankful that the worst didn't happen,...
Thank you for asking.
I'm alive and well;
beyond that, it's complicated.
I can easily see
why people just say, "fine".
In fact, I lie to myself,
say that I am OK
when there are so many feelings
that I don't know where to start.
I cannot cope with the bad ones,
because they feel so much like That.
I'm unsure how to enjoy the good ones,
because they always end
and lead me back to That too.
So... I'm deeply grateful that we're all still standing;
profoundly thankful that the worst didn't happen,...
#emotions
#NaPoWriMo2022
528 reads
13 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 5:20pm
30th Apr 2022 5:20pm
Talkin' to Myself and Feelin' Old
March was Women’s History month and April National Poetry
So I delved into my favorite songs from the past, new and old
Picked a variety of female artists and their beautiful voices
Remembering the special melodies that touched my soul
It was hard to choose with so many talented performers
Especially when music played a big part throughout the years
Each one of those meant something at each stage in my life
Cherishing fond recollections that ranged from smiles to tears
But I chose Karen’s song to be the last one on this list
Her voice...
So I delved into my favorite songs from the past, new and old
Picked a variety of female artists and their beautiful voices
Remembering the special melodies that touched my soul
It was hard to choose with so many talented performers
Especially when music played a big part throughout the years
Each one of those meant something at each stage in my life
Cherishing fond recollections that ranged from smiles to tears
But I chose Karen’s song to be the last one on this list
Her voice...
#music
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2022
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javalini
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 4:10pm
30th Apr 2022 4:10pm
THE THORNY PRAYERS OF LAMBS
never needed
jesus
though that
ain't what i was told
and lord knows
i lingered
at the edge of
his water
and seen him
beat down
and strung up
but, lord,
i never asked
and wouldn't of
had i seen
what they
would do
and all you
ever done
was kindness
and ain't
it just the way
when you
try so hard
but fate
lays its eye upon you
and you see your truth
plain as the sky is blue
and ain't nothing
pleasant in it
but you...
jesus
though that
ain't what i was told
and lord knows
i lingered
at the edge of
his water
and seen him
beat down
and strung up
but, lord,
i never asked
and wouldn't of
had i seen
what they
would do
and all you
ever done
was kindness
and ain't
it just the way
when you
try so hard
but fate
lays its eye upon you
and you see your truth
plain as the sky is blue
and ain't nothing
pleasant in it
but you...
#religion
#NaPoWriMo2022
246 reads
7 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 3:40pm
30th Apr 2022 3:40pm
A Farewell
I’ve stopped sweeping myself
under this dirty rug.
To lay in debris day after day
is to snuff out every good thing
that I am.
I was holding on to so much
trauma that I covered myself
with prickly fibers to keep others
from coming in.
I walled off the best parts
and truly lost the essence
of my tender, sweet child.
I despaired in ever experiencing
her again, so set about a new course
that felt as though I had stretched
myself into someone else’s skin.
The fit was too tight, choking ...
under this dirty rug.
To lay in debris day after day
is to snuff out every good thing
that I am.
I was holding on to so much
trauma that I covered myself
with prickly fibers to keep others
from coming in.
I walled off the best parts
and truly lost the essence
of my tender, sweet child.
I despaired in ever experiencing
her again, so set about a new course
that felt as though I had stretched
myself into someone else’s skin.
The fit was too tight, choking ...
#NaPoWriMo2022
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17 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 2:50pm
30th Apr 2022 2:50pm
I GRIEVE LIKE I DO MANY THINGS
I grieve like I do many things
Quickly and intently
Until I realize how much of life
Is really grieving
And that is why
I can even feel at all
The happiness I stretch out
Until it threatens to pop
And be nothing
The richness of life
All clear to me
Because of the depth
Of sadness
Not only I have felt
But those that came before me
Deep pits of sorrow
Filled with now forgotten people
Rolled in and covered over
With the dirt of modern oblivion
Quickly and intently
Until I realize how much of life
Is really grieving
And that is why
I can even feel at all
The happiness I stretch out
Until it threatens to pop
And be nothing
The richness of life
All clear to me
Because of the depth
Of sadness
Not only I have felt
But those that came before me
Deep pits of sorrow
Filled with now forgotten people
Rolled in and covered over
With the dirt of modern oblivion
#happiness
#sadness
#grief
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2022
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 2:50pm
30th Apr 2022 2:50pm
RELIABLE NATURE
The only things that go as planned
Are nature
The smell of bay leaves
The feel of lambs’ ears
The energy on the wind
Reliable
Nature provides
In spite of all attempts
To bleed her
Feathers grow
The way they’re supposed to
Patterns flow
Interlocked with each other
Plants and animals
And other wild things
These are the wisest
Of our relatives
The ones
That we should listen to
Are nature
The smell of bay leaves
The feel of lambs’ ears
The energy on the wind
Reliable
Nature provides
In spite of all attempts
To bleed her
Feathers grow
The way they’re supposed to
Patterns flow
Interlocked with each other
Plants and animals
And other wild things
These are the wisest
Of our relatives
The ones
That we should listen to
#trees
#flowers
#animals
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2022
245 reads
1 Comment
Cipher_O
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 8:59am
30th Apr 2022 8:59am
Epoch of the Assassins
Pact written across razor blade
Line in fine furtive cursive
On a scroll of the mind made
Into chaos machines
Permeating in machine
Like celestial
Shining hung among
Mental space
In constellations
Arisen
In revelations
Aligned
Behind the eyes
Like starry
Nights emerged
From clouds
Like shrouds
Veiling
In ship’s sails
Sailing
Into starry sights
Where vision
Meets
Decision
Decisively given
Electricity
Bidden hidden
In...
Line in fine furtive cursive
On a scroll of the mind made
Into chaos machines
Permeating in machine
Like celestial
Shining hung among
Mental space
In constellations
Arisen
In revelations
Aligned
Behind the eyes
Like starry
Nights emerged
From clouds
Like shrouds
Veiling
In ship’s sails
Sailing
Into starry sights
Where vision
Meets
Decision
Decisively given
Electricity
Bidden hidden
In...
#shadows
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