Poetry Writing Month | NaPoWriMo 2023
#NaPoWriMo2023
Poems forming part of our 2023 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).
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 6:47pm
20th Mar 2023 6:47pm
We can stand and build
If we keep but one truth in focus,
Whatever the contrast,
Whatever the pain or love in living life.
Being alive will find a way to be,
And words, however free, will flow,
They will flood the span between the voids.
Be an ocean between the grains of sand,
And here, between our fingers,
Is a place where you're always home.
In our hands is land,
Is a ground, a world on which,
We can stand and build.
Whatever the contrast,
Whatever the pain or love in living life.
Being alive will find a way to be,
And words, however free, will flow,
They will flood the span between the voids.
Be an ocean between the grains of sand,
And here, between our fingers,
Is a place where you're always home.
In our hands is land,
Is a ground, a world on which,
We can stand and build.
#NaPoWriMo2023
333 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
31st Mar 2023 2:32am
31st Mar 2023 2:32am
The Deep Recesses of Your Mind
Fire up your pens and get ready to share with friends
Sink your quills in ink and think about what you want to spill
Want to challenge yourself and run an obstacle course?
Commit to thirty days of fun, excitement, and thrills
NaPoWriMo is just around the corner, take a look and see
Creations are waiting in the deep recesses of your mind
Discover the power of your emotions and inventions
There’s a treasure of poems and prose waiting to be mined
Sink your quills in ink and think about what you want to spill
Want to challenge yourself and run an obstacle course?
Commit to thirty days of fun, excitement, and thrills
NaPoWriMo is just around the corner, take a look and see
Creations are waiting in the deep recesses of your mind
Discover the power of your emotions and inventions
There’s a treasure of poems and prose waiting to be mined
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2023
175 reads
7 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
1st Apr 2023 2:14am
1st Apr 2023 2:14am
Masquerading Scribbler
inferior writer
hiding amongst
scrunched discarded paper
thrown away lines
murderming an art form
with simplistic aplomb
poetic ettoquette lays bleeding
leaving inadequate wording
maquerading poet
punching above my weight
fellowship of black ink
shaking their heads
fraudster they cry
don't darken our door
your monotany trademark
is now tiresome
modern day village idiot
writing idiotic subjects
delivering written vomit
unpalatable reading material
parchment language...
hiding amongst
scrunched discarded paper
thrown away lines
murderming an art form
with simplistic aplomb
poetic ettoquette lays bleeding
leaving inadequate wording
maquerading poet
punching above my weight
fellowship of black ink
shaking their heads
fraudster they cry
don't darken our door
your monotany trademark
is now tiresome
modern day village idiot
writing idiotic subjects
delivering written vomit
unpalatable reading material
parchment language...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2023
383 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Apr 2023 7:11am
1st Apr 2023 7:11am
Into the Walternate Universes
Alpha 1
I was beginning to fall asleep when I opened my eyes
At 11:11pm a blue round portal suddenly appeared
I thought it was dream then I wanted to scream
When a cloaked man stepped through sporting a beard
I got out of the bed as my wife soundly slept
When the cloaked stranger then revealed his face
It was me from some other universe or galaxy
Saying “don’t be afraid” as he quickly made his case
“I am you from a parallel world of the infinite universe
Sent here to help you and your other selves strive
For in other...
I was beginning to fall asleep when I opened my eyes
At 11:11pm a blue round portal suddenly appeared
I thought it was dream then I wanted to scream
When a cloaked man stepped through sporting a beard
I got out of the bed as my wife soundly slept
When the cloaked stranger then revealed his face
It was me from some other universe or galaxy
Saying “don’t be afraid” as he quickly made his case
“I am you from a parallel world of the infinite universe
Sent here to help you and your other selves strive
For in other...
#dreams
#NaPoWriMo2023
220 reads
10 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
1st Apr 2023 11:00am
1st Apr 2023 11:00am
335
1/30
335
Soothing to the touch
this thoughtless, mindless
often idiotic slumber
Three-hundred & thirty-five
days growth, like the slow
moving Mola Mola. . .
Thinking i was to save myself
from writing madness,
i fell
into mediocrity,
into hebetude
THEN SUDDENLY
Liken to bare feet
stepping on a plastic
toy in the middle
of the night,
(Yes) “ OUCH! “
Now wide awake
for 30 days
I must consciously
write, anew
58...
335
Soothing to the touch
this thoughtless, mindless
often idiotic slumber
Three-hundred & thirty-five
days growth, like the slow
moving Mola Mola. . .
Thinking i was to save myself
from writing madness,
i fell
into mediocrity,
into hebetude
THEN SUDDENLY
Liken to bare feet
stepping on a plastic
toy in the middle
of the night,
(Yes) “ OUCH! “
Now wide awake
for 30 days
I must consciously
write, anew
58...
#sleep
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2023
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2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
1st Apr 2023 2:49pm
1st Apr 2023 2:49pm
The Taste of Poetry
To say that poetry tastes
like the salt of tears falling on a beach
may be true;
but perhaps too trite and obvious.
It also tastes like sugary marshmallow fingers
mixed with the sour tang of wood smoke
as friends share hearts in campfire songs.
Poetry tastes
like the bitter bile of recalled fear
when memories circle
too close to the heart.
It tastes like the heady sweetness
of summer grasses at dusk
when eyes start to shine from thickets,
and like snowflakes descending
from heaven to...
like the salt of tears falling on a beach
may be true;
but perhaps too trite and obvious.
It also tastes like sugary marshmallow fingers
mixed with the sour tang of wood smoke
as friends share hearts in campfire songs.
Poetry tastes
like the bitter bile of recalled fear
when memories circle
too close to the heart.
It tastes like the heady sweetness
of summer grasses at dusk
when eyes start to shine from thickets,
and like snowflakes descending
from heaven to...
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2023
289 reads
18 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
1st Apr 2023 2:56pm
1st Apr 2023 2:56pm
The Everlasting Note
Out of the silence,
the music thrums into being.
As I awake,
layers of sound come into focus.
Snatches of melody emerge
and slowly, familiar themes unfold.
Throughout the day,
one song merges into another.
Like a drone,
a simple C plays on.
Honeyed yellow in hue,
its unique light
infuses each tune
with subtle positivity.
Motifs come and go.
Washes of cobalt and violet and emerald
reflect my mood;
creating life's soundtrack
while the everlasting note
plays on.
the music thrums into being.
As I awake,
layers of sound come into focus.
Snatches of melody emerge
and slowly, familiar themes unfold.
Throughout the day,
one song merges into another.
Like a drone,
a simple C plays on.
Honeyed yellow in hue,
its unique light
infuses each tune
with subtle positivity.
Motifs come and go.
Washes of cobalt and violet and emerald
reflect my mood;
creating life's soundtrack
while the everlasting note
plays on.
#music
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2023
165 reads
11 Comments
Summerrain75
Poem Published
1st Apr 2023 5:19pm
1st Apr 2023 5:19pm
Morning Musings
Morning Musings
It's 6:40 a.m, 1st of April
NaPoWriMo is here again
Today is the tenth day of Ramadhan
The days in this blessed month
Are quickly passing by
A year is not that long
If you do not count the number of days in it
If you just let time run its course
365 days will roll away just like a dream
Looking back on the previous year
Many things have happened
Not only in my life but in the world as well
People have come and gone
Calamities visited throughout the year
Our house was flooded...
It's 6:40 a.m, 1st of April
NaPoWriMo is here again
Today is the tenth day of Ramadhan
The days in this blessed month
Are quickly passing by
A year is not that long
If you do not count the number of days in it
If you just let time run its course
365 days will roll away just like a dream
Looking back on the previous year
Many things have happened
Not only in my life but in the world as well
People have come and gone
Calamities visited throughout the year
Our house was flooded...
#fate
#NaPoWriMo2023
272 reads
9 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Apr 2023 6:56pm
1st Apr 2023 6:56pm
[ NaPoWriMo - 2023 Collection ] Cosmologically Speaking
In The Beginning
There was a Universal Shroud of Turin
a Matrix of crumbed vertebrate
stained with light and debris:
webbed particles
multicellular life
a mycelium
of unsolved mystery
plaguing humankind with a gravity
they were determined to defy
13.8 billion years of expansion
trillions of galaxies and stars
beyond their comprehension
ungrounded contentment
and magnified desire
Bridges of technological design
are manufactured—
fueled by resources
meant to sustain Life ...
There was a Universal Shroud of Turin
a Matrix of crumbed vertebrate
stained with light and debris:
webbed particles
multicellular life
a mycelium
of unsolved mystery
plaguing humankind with a gravity
they were determined to defy
13.8 billion years of expansion
trillions of galaxies and stars
beyond their comprehension
ungrounded contentment
and magnified desire
Bridges of technological design
are manufactured—
fueled by resources
meant to sustain Life ...
#astrology
#spiritual
#astronomy
#magic
#NaPoWriMo2023
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9 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
1st Apr 2023 7:58pm
1st Apr 2023 7:58pm
Foolish Mortals - NaPoWriMo2023 #1
The Foolishness of Mortality
fleeing from absurdity
pitifully clinging to normality
when the truth is
Madness is divine
much better than
simply being fine,
Chaos is not so malign
it is a gift from the Gods
for none are beyond such a flaw
timeless enough to endure
yet something the weak abhor,
Sanctity for the chosen few
who embrace the path true
the harmatia is inevitable
ensorcelled in a fable
that hubris rejects and ignores
when fate will have it that
A foolish destiny will be yours.
fleeing from absurdity
pitifully clinging to normality
when the truth is
Madness is divine
much better than
simply being fine,
Chaos is not so malign
it is a gift from the Gods
for none are beyond such a flaw
timeless enough to endure
yet something the weak abhor,
Sanctity for the chosen few
who embrace the path true
the harmatia is inevitable
ensorcelled in a fable
that hubris rejects and ignores
when fate will have it that
A foolish destiny will be yours.
#fate
#humankind
#ignorance #NaPoWriMo2023
#ignorance #NaPoWriMo2023
164 reads
3 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
1st Apr 2023 10:34pm
1st Apr 2023 10:34pm
A Lament of Hope
She sleeps … like in some other kind of form
she weeps even at the gentlest touch, fragile
as if her world tried to give birth
but such effort comes to nothing done
On a mundane Sunday morning
flattened at the altar of cut trees
I wonder what the padres truly think
strangely dressed as they are in kevlar
incense rising from their chainsaws —
they scatter beliefs across the congregation
who watch nations sink further in deep psychosis
During this war of attrition
Mother Earth turns over, maybe in despair, ...
she weeps even at the gentlest touch, fragile
as if her world tried to give birth
but such effort comes to nothing done
On a mundane Sunday morning
flattened at the altar of cut trees
I wonder what the padres truly think
strangely dressed as they are in kevlar
incense rising from their chainsaws —
they scatter beliefs across the congregation
who watch nations sink further in deep psychosis
During this war of attrition
Mother Earth turns over, maybe in despair, ...
#hope
#trees
#nature
#religion
#NaPoWriMo2023
388 reads
15 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Bumped 20th Jun 2023 9:20pm
2nd Apr 2023 00:31am
2nd Apr 2023 00:31am
Second Amendment Murders Children (Gun Lobby Terrorists)
they mever
hit prisons
only schoolyards
will do
guaramteed
media coverage
shock value
always sells
america loves killing
its forever enshrined
in an old document
gun laws are
changes too far
smoking barrells
heated debate
same rhetoric
everytime
playing worn out tunes
paremts heartbreak unheard
money grabs voices
bear arms slogans
wearing thin
as ancient tapestries
open season
bloody...
hit prisons
only schoolyards
will do
guaramteed
media coverage
shock value
always sells
america loves killing
its forever enshrined
in an old document
gun laws are
changes too far
smoking barrells
heated debate
same rhetoric
everytime
playing worn out tunes
paremts heartbreak unheard
money grabs voices
bear arms slogans
wearing thin
as ancient tapestries
open season
bloody...
#murder
#GunControl
#NaPoWriMo2023
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
280 reads
2 Comments
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