Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2024 Seeking Friendly Advice
#NaPoWriMo2024
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 11:56pm
12th Apr 2025 11:56pm
Sacrifice
He said he hates poetry month
I take that as forewarning
I need to get my act together
and write poems in the morning.
I promised we'd have a date tonight --
it was even my idea!
But here I sit, trying to force
some poetic diarrhea.
It's not just chores that take a hit
when April rolls around --
workouts suffer, sleep does too,
relationships run aground.
Now I've stretched this rant past fifty words;
I'm done hurting for my art.
It's time to find a little romance
with the guy who holds my heart. ...
I take that as forewarning
I need to get my act together
and write poems in the morning.
I promised we'd have a date tonight --
it was even my idea!
But here I sit, trying to force
some poetic diarrhea.
It's not just chores that take a hit
when April rolls around --
workouts suffer, sleep does too,
relationships run aground.
Now I've stretched this rant past fifty words;
I'm done hurting for my art.
It's time to find a little romance
with the guy who holds my heart. ...
#marriage
#NaPoWriMo2024
#WritingPoetry
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Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 6:58pm
11th Apr 2025 6:58pm
An ending
It is all an ending, a little death,
Maybe that is why each exhale,
And each farewell,
Leads a little closer.
Takes, a little more.
Why some turns,
Hold, no returns.
An, in the end, acceptance.
An acceptance, no one, no thing,
An acceptance,
Nothing,
Can change.
Not the face by which it's seen,
Or the face by which,
It sees.
For both, maybe the same.
An ending and a death,
Both will always only ever be,
A part to a story that leads you closer,
To its closing,
That leads you closer,
To its...
Maybe that is why each exhale,
And each farewell,
Leads a little closer.
Takes, a little more.
Why some turns,
Hold, no returns.
An, in the end, acceptance.
An acceptance, no one, no thing,
An acceptance,
Nothing,
Can change.
Not the face by which it's seen,
Or the face by which,
It sees.
For both, maybe the same.
An ending and a death,
Both will always only ever be,
A part to a story that leads you closer,
To its closing,
That leads you closer,
To its...
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 5:20pm
10th Apr 2025 5:20pm
Liminal
Inconspicuous and worn,
Aged,
Not as in an heirloom,
But,
A prime 80’s spin,
Thin faced and,
Paper based.
A no expense spared,
Top flight plastic barrel,
Houses an unraveled spring.
Jammed,
More than clear.
A keeperless catch,
Keeps a keeper which doesn't catch,
Waiting upon a threshold,
Forever tainted and hungry,
So close its lip,
Clicks,
Yet,
Always gets away.
A wafer fine cold pressed,
Aluminium skin,
Somehow stands up,
Just right,
Swing after...
Aged,
Not as in an heirloom,
But,
A prime 80’s spin,
Thin faced and,
Paper based.
A no expense spared,
Top flight plastic barrel,
Houses an unraveled spring.
Jammed,
More than clear.
A keeperless catch,
Keeps a keeper which doesn't catch,
Waiting upon a threshold,
Forever tainted and hungry,
So close its lip,
Clicks,
Yet,
Always gets away.
A wafer fine cold pressed,
Aluminium skin,
Somehow stands up,
Just right,
Swing after...
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 6:16pm
9th Apr 2025 6:16pm
The toll
I pause ,
Now home.
Above,
An unprecedented sun,
Has steeped the day,
In swathes of,
Unrelenting,
Ultraviolet rays.
And I've meandered,
From the start,
Towards the close of ways.
In a semiconcused haze,
A stitched together forgetfulness,
Tainted by,
Regretfulness.
Wary, worn and slightly bleary,
Over warm and stumbling over words,
Seemingly to far worn,
And I,
To far gone,
To find a way to peal them back.
So leave them as they rang,
Black backed,
And bound...
Now home.
Above,
An unprecedented sun,
Has steeped the day,
In swathes of,
Unrelenting,
Ultraviolet rays.
And I've meandered,
From the start,
Towards the close of ways.
In a semiconcused haze,
A stitched together forgetfulness,
Tainted by,
Regretfulness.
Wary, worn and slightly bleary,
Over warm and stumbling over words,
Seemingly to far worn,
And I,
To far gone,
To find a way to peal them back.
So leave them as they rang,
Black backed,
And bound...
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 9:57pm
7th Apr 2025 9:57pm
Times infidelity
Each day has a flavour,
Its own taste,
Of urgency.
An unrepeatable,
Uniqueness,
A poignant,
Agency.
Each in,
Potential contrast,
A neither right,
And,
Neither wrong.
Along,
An inverse current,
Of,
Marked intention,
Of,
Demarked desire.
Lain by past remarks ,
And past,
Aspiring conviction.
Once clasped and since,
worked free.
By times,
Infidelity.
Leaving not a promise,
Broken,
But a truth,
Engrained upon my lips.
Its own taste,
Of urgency.
An unrepeatable,
Uniqueness,
A poignant,
Agency.
Each in,
Potential contrast,
A neither right,
And,
Neither wrong.
Along,
An inverse current,
Of,
Marked intention,
Of,
Demarked desire.
Lain by past remarks ,
And past,
Aspiring conviction.
Once clasped and since,
worked free.
By times,
Infidelity.
Leaving not a promise,
Broken,
But a truth,
Engrained upon my lips.
#NaPoWriMo2024
#philosophical
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Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 9:13pm
6th Apr 2025 9:13pm
Simply
Beyond the measure,
Of planned and past endeavors.
To simply go,
Is sometimes.
Simply.
All.
To where or not,
Is not
Always first or thought.
Just,
To simply make,
For all that's been to bare,
The best of what is brought.
For such,
Tideless moments,
Chance would be,
Some quiet,
Seaside,
Air.
To sit and let the moment wash,
And wash away regardless
The restless tidings,
Amongst the drift recurrent.
Of planned and past endeavors.
To simply go,
Is sometimes.
Simply.
All.
To where or not,
Is not
Always first or thought.
Just,
To simply make,
For all that's been to bare,
The best of what is brought.
For such,
Tideless moments,
Chance would be,
Some quiet,
Seaside,
Air.
To sit and let the moment wash,
And wash away regardless
The restless tidings,
Amongst the drift recurrent.
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 5:21pm
3rd Apr 2025 5:21pm
Reflected scenes.
A light infused,
And an almost doting,
Crystalline skin,
Is poised with nonexistent tension.
A happenstance state,
in a sudden embrace,
As firm as the finest down,
Compacts in a spread of,
Descending weight.
Within the silent
Moment of a moment
An imperceptible breath.
Is left hanging in the birth,
Of a moisture laden cloud.
And faster than it's laid,
It's left.
A mist enshrined, bereft void,
Becomes a cascade of space.
A tantric arc of,
Bejeweled and refracted motion.
...
And an almost doting,
Crystalline skin,
Is poised with nonexistent tension.
A happenstance state,
in a sudden embrace,
As firm as the finest down,
Compacts in a spread of,
Descending weight.
Within the silent
Moment of a moment
An imperceptible breath.
Is left hanging in the birth,
Of a moisture laden cloud.
And faster than it's laid,
It's left.
A mist enshrined, bereft void,
Becomes a cascade of space.
A tantric arc of,
Bejeweled and refracted motion.
...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#nature
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Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 10:34pm
2nd Apr 2025 10:34pm
There is time.
There is time,
Time enough to slow the gait.
Not,
Time to waist or wait.
But,
Time enough,
Not to rush towards,
An early fate..
There is,
Time.
So I slow and focus,
Not on the face but,
The unseen state of flow.
I slip,
Beneath the passage,
of the passing cars.
Slip,
Beneath their haze,
And post,
Industrialized, haste.
I Slip,
The tailgating chase of
Consumption,
The,
Disruption of,
An indeterminate throttled action.
There is time,
Time enough,
To jump...
Time enough to slow the gait.
Not,
Time to waist or wait.
But,
Time enough,
Not to rush towards,
An early fate..
There is,
Time.
So I slow and focus,
Not on the face but,
The unseen state of flow.
I slip,
Beneath the passage,
of the passing cars.
Slip,
Beneath their haze,
And post,
Industrialized, haste.
I Slip,
The tailgating chase of
Consumption,
The,
Disruption of,
An indeterminate throttled action.
There is time,
Time enough,
To jump...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#nature
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2 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:35pm
27th Nov 2024 8:35pm
In memoriam of Eerie
Some feelings give us the illusion
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
#death
#grief
#IMissYou
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2024
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9 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
16th May 2024 8:39pm
16th May 2024 8:39pm
Zephyr
Passing through a bed of flowers
The gentle wind here blows
Ruffling petals in the breeze
With a sweet scent that flows
Wherever the current takes it
From this river to the meadow
Blossoms dance with vibrance
A breezy ambiance grows
The posies are an assortment
Some red, some pink, some yellow
Grateful for mother nature’s gifts
All that I can see from my window
The gentle wind here blows
Ruffling petals in the breeze
With a sweet scent that flows
Wherever the current takes it
From this river to the meadow
Blossoms dance with vibrance
A breezy ambiance grows
The posies are an assortment
Some red, some pink, some yellow
Grateful for mother nature’s gifts
All that I can see from my window
#flowers
#NaPoWriMo2024
#nature
#rhyming
#wind
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8 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
2nd May 2024 7:10am
2nd May 2024 7:10am
april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 4
april song 24—all my ambitions
you would think not that fire born in my blood
gives me wise counsel over ill and good;
the choices that i make are sacrosanct
though, as a dreamer, i am humbly ranked.
all my ambitions ache to reach their goals,
though i must navigate fate’s deep potholes.
nor do i wish, nor do i merely hope;
for noble ends are not for those who grope,
but those who put the shoulder to the wheel,
to challenge failure for the golden seal.
i seek not praise for merely coexisting
with life’s ambiguous...
you would think not that fire born in my blood
gives me wise counsel over ill and good;
the choices that i make are sacrosanct
though, as a dreamer, i am humbly ranked.
all my ambitions ache to reach their goals,
though i must navigate fate’s deep potholes.
nor do i wish, nor do i merely hope;
for noble ends are not for those who grope,
but those who put the shoulder to the wheel,
to challenge failure for the golden seal.
i seek not praise for merely coexisting
with life’s ambiguous...
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 7:25pm
30th Apr 2024 7:25pm
And Finished - NaPoWriMo 30
Upon reaching journey's end,
no sense of exhaustion or over exertion,
instead
Mild surprise at the distance travelled
and creeping realisation that
the finish line has been reached
with no need
to keep the pace any longer,
with idle thoughts
of what to do next
at a more leisurely speed
but this time
without the need for marked progress.
no sense of exhaustion or over exertion,
instead
Mild surprise at the distance travelled
and creeping realisation that
the finish line has been reached
with no need
to keep the pace any longer,
with idle thoughts
of what to do next
at a more leisurely speed
but this time
without the need for marked progress.
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024
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