Least Read Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2023

The sand slips through my fingers.
I linger in my expansive thoughts,
caught in the thick actions of once lived.
Forgive me for being stuck in this pensive-
intensive journey; life has me rattled.
I battled my way through this before.
Deploring as I am surrounded,
hounded by what I wish to escape.
Landscapes play a role in my downfall.
I crawl, cursing Chronos for my imprisonment,
tormenting me to this hell.
Quelling my anxiety has become the past.
Lasting impressions of grains
drain through the space between my fingers. ...

Let the obscurity of night embrace
your insecurity; light leaves this space.
Release the tension from your spine; feel free.
Ease your attention, drink some wine, and see.

Your pupils dilate, you must believe.
Fill yourself, create, trust what you perceive.
Still, I deem you are lost; uncloud your mind.
Shrill dreams, the cost endowed, who did you find?

The moonlight shimmers across the still lake.
My trigger aches to land a fatal blow.
Minimal, precise movements are needed.
Heeded to follow the unbeaten path.
I must silhouette myself to nature,
navigating with trust in my instinct.
As I journey through this plain for hours.
Quiet and collected, gaining awareness.
The thrill rushes through my spine.
Looking for the moment where my skills shine.
Waiting for daylight to break through the dark.
Watching because you have been marked for death.
Trees gently rustle, breaking the silence. ...