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).
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
6th Apr 2023 2:43pm
6th Apr 2023 2:43pm
Earworm
You snuck in like a criminal invading my thoughts
My wildest fantasy, I was tied up in knots
Now you’re just an earworm taking space in my brain
Your constant existence brings me nothing but pain
Hey! Let me go, get out of my head
You’re killing me
You’re making me
You’re driving me
Crazy
Hey! Let me go, this obsession is dead
You’re killing me
You’re making me
You’re driving me
Crazy
When did I say you could stay here rent free?
I was out of my mind when I gave you that key
You...
My wildest fantasy, I was tied up in knots
Now you’re just an earworm taking space in my brain
Your constant existence brings me nothing but pain
Hey! Let me go, get out of my head
You’re killing me
You’re making me
You’re driving me
Crazy
Hey! Let me go, this obsession is dead
You’re killing me
You’re making me
You’re driving me
Crazy
When did I say you could stay here rent free?
I was out of my mind when I gave you that key
You...
#breakup
#music
#obsession #NaPoWriMo2023
#obsession #NaPoWriMo2023
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javalini
Poem Published
6th Apr 2023 3:25pm
6th Apr 2023 3:25pm
LOVE AND DEATH
i will
conjure
your ghost
when
the deal
goes down
and you,
reborn
in the wisdom
of gods,
will be there
to stroke
and coax
and whisper
prayers designed
for the souls
of dying men
and your
arms
will be
the gate
of heaven
and your
face
the face
of all
angels
and your
voice
their voices
chanting hymns
and holy mantras
and your
touch will be
warm
as this
bright day
and i ...
conjure
your ghost
when
the deal
goes down
and you,
reborn
in the wisdom
of gods,
will be there
to stroke
and coax
and whisper
prayers designed
for the souls
of dying men
and your
arms
will be
the gate
of heaven
and your
face
the face
of all
angels
and your
voice
their voices
chanting hymns
and holy mantras
and your
touch will be
warm
as this
bright day
and i ...
#death
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
6th Apr 2023 5:18pm
6th Apr 2023 5:18pm
It's All Relative
It's early April and
a young woman just walked past my garden gate
wearing a pair of jeans with a bikini top.
As a pedant with a weather station,
I checked the outdoor temperature:
at 14 degrees C,
it objectively isn't bikini weather
but this got me thinking
about how many of our perceptions of the world
are Relative.
Like, maybe she feels it is hot
compared to the still-chilly nights
and the snow day we had last month.
Like, how lukewarm water feels hot
upon frozen fingers.
Like, how the days feel so long now ...
a young woman just walked past my garden gate
wearing a pair of jeans with a bikini top.
As a pedant with a weather station,
I checked the outdoor temperature:
at 14 degrees C,
it objectively isn't bikini weather
but this got me thinking
about how many of our perceptions of the world
are Relative.
Like, maybe she feels it is hot
compared to the still-chilly nights
and the snow day we had last month.
Like, how lukewarm water feels hot
upon frozen fingers.
Like, how the days feel so long now ...
#wind
#nature
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2023
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2023
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
6th Apr 2023 11:59pm
6th Apr 2023 11:59pm
The machines came for me one day - NaPoWriMo2023 #6
The machines came for me one day,
but they couldn't figure me out,
so left with illogical disappointment.
Sad beeps and boops
and shaking of logic circuits
beneath smooth black cases
and frustrated whirring of wires
shielded within long trench-coat-like housing.
All I had to do
to make them leave
was say a few words
and grin idiotically
at their pointed taser barrels
while offering them tea
out of politeness.
Quite a hopeless case
quite, quite, mad
and simply illogical. ...
but they couldn't figure me out,
so left with illogical disappointment.
Sad beeps and boops
and shaking of logic circuits
beneath smooth black cases
and frustrated whirring of wires
shielded within long trench-coat-like housing.
All I had to do
to make them leave
was say a few words
and grin idiotically
at their pointed taser barrels
while offering them tea
out of politeness.
Quite a hopeless case
quite, quite, mad
and simply illogical. ...
#technology
#dystopian
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Eerie
Poem Published
7th Apr 2023 00:04am
7th Apr 2023 00:04am
Untitled VI
Bury my heart
in the crook of the old tree:
let it beat new life where
there is none.
Place my eyes
in the palm of your hands
so that my spirit will clearly see you.
Thread my ears with twine
wrapped round your neck,
that I might hear your secret
whispers of truest love.
Cast my smile in resin,
preserving it for a melancholy day.
Scatter my hair to the four
corners, so the crows may build
magnificent nests.
In your time of sorrow,
take me apart with systematic...
in the crook of the old tree:
let it beat new life where
there is none.
Place my eyes
in the palm of your hands
so that my spirit will clearly see you.
Thread my ears with twine
wrapped round your neck,
that I might hear your secret
whispers of truest love.
Cast my smile in resin,
preserving it for a melancholy day.
Scatter my hair to the four
corners, so the crows may build
magnificent nests.
In your time of sorrow,
take me apart with systematic...
#grief
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
7th Apr 2023 00:13am
7th Apr 2023 00:13am
saving grace
maybe it’s a person
maybe it’s a fuzzy blanket that you own
it could be a pet, who fancies your lap
it may even be song you blast
..or sing
find it, savor it, save it
it keeps you warm
when your mind goes cold
it illuminates the darkness
that’s got you in a chokehold
can’t break free?
try a latte, or a cup of tea
it’s not always human
perhaps it’s a place
a grin
or the look of your own handwriting piercing a new notebook page
sometimes it’s just sitting and existing
when a day won’t let you do...
maybe it’s a fuzzy blanket that you own
it could be a pet, who fancies your lap
it may even be song you blast
..or sing
find it, savor it, save it
it keeps you warm
when your mind goes cold
it illuminates the darkness
that’s got you in a chokehold
can’t break free?
try a latte, or a cup of tea
it’s not always human
perhaps it’s a place
a grin
or the look of your own handwriting piercing a new notebook page
sometimes it’s just sitting and existing
when a day won’t let you do...
#motivational
#uplifting
#support
#determination
#NaPoWriMo2023
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th Apr 2023 7:11am
7th Apr 2023 7:11am
The HOTLINE
Walternate Universe HESU-97
“You’ll need to talk to your alternate, indirectly” TOTO said
“What do you mean?” I asked noticing his grim robotic voice
“There have been untimely occurrences across many worlds
And we believe you’ll alternate in the next will make a bad choice”
It was 11:21pm when the portal opened in a small dark hallway
Right away I felt an ominous heavy burden for this mission
The room down the hallway was a call center of some sort
A suicide hotline where people were there to help and listen
I gave the supervisor...
“You’ll need to talk to your alternate, indirectly” TOTO said
“What do you mean?” I asked noticing his grim robotic voice
“There have been untimely occurrences across many worlds
And we believe you’ll alternate in the next will make a bad choice”
It was 11:21pm when the portal opened in a small dark hallway
Right away I felt an ominous heavy burden for this mission
The room down the hallway was a call center of some sort
A suicide hotline where people were there to help and listen
I gave the supervisor...
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
7th Apr 2023 2:57pm
7th Apr 2023 2:57pm
Paracosmos
7/30
Paracosmos
I think the year was 1966
when the big kids at summer camp
forced a nine year old
to use the Ouija board
because the pointer moved
for me though I barely
touched it!
that traumatic night
gave way for an attachment
My friends and family
said it is my imaginary friend
It didn’t feel like make believe
the scratches never felt
like just pretend
I conned myself into believing
the entity protected me
from other entities
Ghosts, Demons – even Angels
In...
Paracosmos
I think the year was 1966
when the big kids at summer camp
forced a nine year old
to use the Ouija board
because the pointer moved
for me though I barely
touched it!
that traumatic night
gave way for an attachment
My friends and family
said it is my imaginary friend
It didn’t feel like make believe
the scratches never felt
like just pretend
I conned myself into believing
the entity protected me
from other entities
Ghosts, Demons – even Angels
In...
#NaPoWriMo2023
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2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
7th Apr 2023 6:06pm
7th Apr 2023 6:06pm
Life in the Medium Lane
Despite being perhaps eighty years old,
she arrives faithfully at dawn each Wednesday,
along with the employed contingent.
A vision in purple,
she floats in from who-knows-where,
all flounces, ruffles and messy buns.
Oblivious to us all,
to the route, the speed and the inconvenience,
she doggedly pursues her sideways journey
to nowhere, before vanishing once more.
As a woman on a mission,
I view her with equal measures
of annoyance and admiration.
Perhaps controversially,
I do not believe that age
affords her the...
she arrives faithfully at dawn each Wednesday,
along with the employed contingent.
A vision in purple,
she floats in from who-knows-where,
all flounces, ruffles and messy buns.
Oblivious to us all,
to the route, the speed and the inconvenience,
she doggedly pursues her sideways journey
to nowhere, before vanishing once more.
As a woman on a mission,
I view her with equal measures
of annoyance and admiration.
Perhaps controversially,
I do not believe that age
affords her the...
#water
#aging
#sports #NaPoWriMo2023
#sports #NaPoWriMo2023
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javalini
Poem Published
7th Apr 2023 6:47pm
7th Apr 2023 6:47pm
QUILT
i am unlucky
lucky,
broken
and mended
in a thousand ways,
ripped open
and stitched
and torn
and restitched,
and pulled apart
and sewn together
like a ragged quilt
of a thousand
pale colors
and all of it
tattered and worn out
and hardly
presentable
but i am
soft and warm
and willing
to give
everything
for your comfort
on this cool
night
and thankful
for our home
and our land
and our life
and the bed
i share
with the woman
i love
lucky,
broken
and mended
in a thousand ways,
ripped open
and stitched
and torn
and restitched,
and pulled apart
and sewn together
like a ragged quilt
of a thousand
pale colors
and all of it
tattered and worn out
and hardly
presentable
but i am
soft and warm
and willing
to give
everything
for your comfort
on this cool
night
and thankful
for our home
and our land
and our life
and the bed
i share
with the woman
i love
#love
#relationships
#marriage
#aging
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
7th Apr 2023 7:37pm
7th Apr 2023 7:37pm
Anger's outrage - NaPoWriMo2023 #7
When Ares summons me
and Khaine surges within
the red rage rises
and I become
volatile as volcanoes.
The fire within my nature
flash boiling the seas
in sudden assaulting
violent onslaught,
and I forget
the sanctuary of seas.
Anger arrives
to cut tempers short
bellowing words
thumping
unchained annoyance
crashing and killing
all politeness
for boiled blood and water
have such a power
that bely
the once soft-skin of a little fishy,
that...
and Khaine surges within
the red rage rises
and I become
volatile as volcanoes.
The fire within my nature
flash boiling the seas
in sudden assaulting
violent onslaught,
and I forget
the sanctuary of seas.
Anger arrives
to cut tempers short
bellowing words
thumping
unchained annoyance
crashing and killing
all politeness
for boiled blood and water
have such a power
that bely
the once soft-skin of a little fishy,
that...
#anger
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Eerie
Poem Published
8th Apr 2023 00:05am
8th Apr 2023 00:05am
Untitled VII
Stapled together, were stacks
of paper that finalized
our chapter, but not the book.
One rosy faced, blue-eyed
boy ensured more chapters
would indeed be written.
Almost two years have
gotten by, and I wonder
where it is that time goes
when it leaves us stranded.
He misses you, I know that.
But he's also angry...
Because you cared more
about drowning your past
in alcohol.
Because you cared more
about a job who removed
the name plate from your desk
less than a week...
of paper that finalized
our chapter, but not the book.
One rosy faced, blue-eyed
boy ensured more chapters
would indeed be written.
Almost two years have
gotten by, and I wonder
where it is that time goes
when it leaves us stranded.
He misses you, I know that.
But he's also angry...
Because you cared more
about drowning your past
in alcohol.
Because you cared more
about a job who removed
the name plate from your desk
less than a week...
#NaPoWriMo2023
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