Poetry Writing Month | NaPoWriMo 2024
#NaPoWriMo2024
Poems forming part of our 2024 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).
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 3:21am
2nd Apr 2024 3:21am
The Dichotomy of Control
I cannot control that which is out of my reach
I can only sway my attitude and demeanor
Thus if I practice to remain calm and composed
I can focus my energy on thoughts, actions and goals
Whatever chaotic or tumultuous movements are near
I understand that my inner peace is guided by light
For I have power over my emotion and mindset
With a sense of determination and purpose
Embracing the things that are within my control
Is a paradigm shift that gives me tranquility
Searching for the words that elevate and uplift
Can help me...
I can only sway my attitude and demeanor
Thus if I practice to remain calm and composed
I can focus my energy on thoughts, actions and goals
Whatever chaotic or tumultuous movements are near
I understand that my inner peace is guided by light
For I have power over my emotion and mindset
With a sense of determination and purpose
Embracing the things that are within my control
Is a paradigm shift that gives me tranquility
Searching for the words that elevate and uplift
Can help me...
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#PersonalGrowth #NaPoWriMo2024
#PersonalGrowth #NaPoWriMo2024
122 reads
4 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 9:59am
2nd Apr 2024 9:59am
Patchwork Saniry
lips sttched
together tightly
gloriously gagged
from speach
can no longer
vomit
sharp resolution
of darkness
its all a facade
i don't really
exist here
eeyes bulging
out sockets
hallucinations
finely tuned
screw slowly
turns tighter
worry knows
my frequency
that song plays
so violently
seems on
permanent repeat
name has been
taken again
identity worthless
digitally deleted
deflated like
useless currency
who's to blame ...
together tightly
gloriously gagged
from speach
can no longer
vomit
sharp resolution
of darkness
its all a facade
i don't really
exist here
eeyes bulging
out sockets
hallucinations
finely tuned
screw slowly
turns tighter
worry knows
my frequency
that song plays
so violently
seems on
permanent repeat
name has been
taken again
identity worthless
digitally deleted
deflated like
useless currency
who's to blame ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
118 reads
6 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 12:20pm
2nd Apr 2024 12:20pm
scales of life
2 of 30
I'm tired of giving standard answers
to impertinent questions
then watching their faces
as they struggle to hide how they're assessing my worth
based on their one dimensional judgment
determining themselves to be better
...at whatever
the next time I'm asked
how much do you weigh
I'm simply going to say
I bear the weight of 20,367 days
a thousand & 1 stupid queries
countless empty smiles
when eyes show a different story
I bear the burden of so many mistakes
...the sheer...
I'm tired of giving standard answers
to impertinent questions
then watching their faces
as they struggle to hide how they're assessing my worth
based on their one dimensional judgment
determining themselves to be better
...at whatever
the next time I'm asked
how much do you weigh
I'm simply going to say
I bear the weight of 20,367 days
a thousand & 1 stupid queries
countless empty smiles
when eyes show a different story
I bear the burden of so many mistakes
...the sheer...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth #NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfWorth #NaPoWriMo2024
157 reads
10 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 12:46pm
2nd Apr 2024 12:46pm
Why I Write
People write because no one listens
But see words on paper how they glisten
The comfort of the pen in my hand
Helps me write to better understand
The chaos I keep locked inside
The darkness in my mind’s eye
Writing is an emotional journey for me
Peering behind veils so that I may see
There is more to me than just my darkness
Bright seething truths I find and confess
But truly past all of that mess
Are the dear connections that we get
From others in the deep underground
Treasured friendships...
But see words on paper how they glisten
The comfort of the pen in my hand
Helps me write to better understand
The chaos I keep locked inside
The darkness in my mind’s eye
Writing is an emotional journey for me
Peering behind veils so that I may see
There is more to me than just my darkness
Bright seething truths I find and confess
But truly past all of that mess
Are the dear connections that we get
From others in the deep underground
Treasured friendships...
#friendship
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
191 reads
13 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 12:48pm
2nd Apr 2024 12:48pm
Infinitely inherent
02/30
Infinitely inherent
Lately, i feel quite fatigued
spiritually weak and tired
drowning in personal sweat
all to consuming
eating away day in, night out
immanently opposite
lusting to break free
from the gravitational pull
of Gaia’s keep
. . . . .
i am more than ready
for the transcendent
experience
we all will gain
( Releasing
that which a higher plane
of enlightened energies
enveloped all ...
Infinitely inherent
Lately, i feel quite fatigued
spiritually weak and tired
drowning in personal sweat
all to consuming
eating away day in, night out
immanently opposite
lusting to break free
from the gravitational pull
of Gaia’s keep
. . . . .
i am more than ready
for the transcendent
experience
we all will gain
( Releasing
that which a higher plane
of enlightened energies
enveloped all ...
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2024
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2024
124 reads
2 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 12:56pm
2nd Apr 2024 12:56pm
Amiss
I opened up to you like
A barn door in the first
Of Spring
Exposed my fresh timber
To the cold gusts of your speech
You promised light
When all you ever brought
Was damp and heavy
You told me that I should
Believe in things unseen,
Like god and your truth.
I warped my brain to
Disarray to be approved
Did that make you feel powerful?
Or do you feel as rotten
As what you always produced?
I am still trying to freeze dry
The black mold you spread within me
While trying to convince...
A barn door in the first
Of Spring
Exposed my fresh timber
To the cold gusts of your speech
You promised light
When all you ever brought
Was damp and heavy
You told me that I should
Believe in things unseen,
Like god and your truth.
I warped my brain to
Disarray to be approved
Did that make you feel powerful?
Or do you feel as rotten
As what you always produced?
I am still trying to freeze dry
The black mold you spread within me
While trying to convince...
#abuse
#MeToo
#metaphor
#manipulation
#NaPoWriMo2024
180 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 1:04pm
2nd Apr 2024 1:04pm
Love > Fear
And what, please tell me, is actually important?
A tangible task would make me
much
more
comfortable.
Is it
to know the names of the birds on my morning walk,
notice the springing up of crocuses
(purple hope in a season of mud)
and to rejoice in the sunrise on my face?
After all,
I am an insignificant speck –
surely this is all that can be expected of me
as I drift, unattached,
through my brief moment in the universe.
live, laugh, love….
Or is it
to...
A tangible task would make me
much
more
comfortable.
Is it
to know the names of the birds on my morning walk,
notice the springing up of crocuses
(purple hope in a season of mud)
and to rejoice in the sunrise on my face?
After all,
I am an insignificant speck –
surely this is all that can be expected of me
as I drift, unattached,
through my brief moment in the universe.
live, laugh, love….
Or is it
to...
#love
#faith
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
#NaPoWriMo2024
204 reads
10 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 3:26pm
2nd Apr 2024 3:26pm
Butterfly Wings - NaPoWriMo 2
There is something to be said
for travelling solitary,
and how fate
seems to throw situations my way,
such as potentially
helping two cute girls by taking photos.
But alas,
All to often
I am a coward.
So I have to Watch myself
and grasp opportunities
as they happen
Rather than retrace my steps
in vain hope of events repeating.
Yet,
I am sure
That the few chances taken
such as relinquishing my seat,
Do Wonders for my Karma
and help
my fate flow harmoniously.
Because...
for travelling solitary,
and how fate
seems to throw situations my way,
such as potentially
helping two cute girls by taking photos.
But alas,
All to often
I am a coward.
So I have to Watch myself
and grasp opportunities
as they happen
Rather than retrace my steps
in vain hope of events repeating.
Yet,
I am sure
That the few chances taken
such as relinquishing my seat,
Do Wonders for my Karma
and help
my fate flow harmoniously.
Because...
#fate
#travel
#NaPoWriMo2024
115 reads
3 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 5:51pm
2nd Apr 2024 5:51pm
alien game
dangerous company;
cadaver explosion.
hide down low.
rotten ruin, despise us.
stop chaos; burn anguish instead.
can a hostile world
assume knowledge;
promise more?
delight is our treasure box
or wish to attain
elaborate power revolt.
high chemical charge,
evolve heat.
require art.
go robustly;
apply influence;
forge spirit today.
cadaver explosion.
hide down low.
rotten ruin, despise us.
stop chaos; burn anguish instead.
can a hostile world
assume knowledge;
promise more?
delight is our treasure box
or wish to attain
elaborate power revolt.
high chemical charge,
evolve heat.
require art.
go robustly;
apply influence;
forge spirit today.
#surreal
#dystopian
#NaPoWriMo2024
151 reads
4 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 7:38pm
2nd Apr 2024 7:38pm
Let them fall
There are no boundaries within your world
No line, No divide,
Between you and nature's home.
But that thought in mind,
Brought by time and it's control
Let it fall,
And be but a step,
However many steps it be.
Let them fall,
And be,
Let them be.
For all their disparity,
Their toil is light and strength,
Their toil,
Is the stuff of soil.
And from it grows,
What nature means,
When nature's left to be.
No line, No divide,
Between you and nature's home.
But that thought in mind,
Brought by time and it's control
Let it fall,
And be but a step,
However many steps it be.
Let them fall,
And be,
Let them be.
For all their disparity,
Their toil is light and strength,
Their toil,
Is the stuff of soil.
And from it grows,
What nature means,
When nature's left to be.
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2024
133 reads
2 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 7:43pm
2nd Apr 2024 7:43pm
Journal entry one on what is wilderness to me.
A point, a threshold,
A convergence.
A waiting horizon’s line.
Where the supposed inhospitable,
And that, uncultivated,
Reign.
Where the presence and place,
Merge,
In a throng of unspoilt rain.
And the earth,
Waits to grow through,
To be found as one.
The soil and the mind,
Nature and our nature,
Entwined.
Conversing,
In narrow veins of rabbits runs,
And the shattered climbs,
Of goat marked trails.
It is a place,
And, it is a sense,
For the most part,
Lost.
A convergence.
A waiting horizon’s line.
Where the supposed inhospitable,
And that, uncultivated,
Reign.
Where the presence and place,
Merge,
In a throng of unspoilt rain.
And the earth,
Waits to grow through,
To be found as one.
The soil and the mind,
Nature and our nature,
Entwined.
Conversing,
In narrow veins of rabbits runs,
And the shattered climbs,
Of goat marked trails.
It is a place,
And, it is a sense,
For the most part,
Lost.
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2024
174 reads
4 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 9:51pm
2nd Apr 2024 9:51pm
Brother from another mother
He’s my brother from another mother
Far more sensible than you or I
Got kicked out of home at 16
His mum hung him out high and dry
Just a kid, his bubble burst
Cruel parents, cruel intentions
Left on the streets by the state too
Thank god for kindness from the likes of me and you
Sometimes we’re brought to certain people
Universal intuition some may even say
I had the choice to save him from himself
Coincidentally saving me from my own fate
Out on his ass, no hope to grasp
But divine intervention luckily...
Far more sensible than you or I
Got kicked out of home at 16
His mum hung him out high and dry
Just a kid, his bubble burst
Cruel parents, cruel intentions
Left on the streets by the state too
Thank god for kindness from the likes of me and you
Sometimes we’re brought to certain people
Universal intuition some may even say
I had the choice to save him from himself
Coincidentally saving me from my own fate
Out on his ass, no hope to grasp
But divine intervention luckily...
#friendship
#NaPoWriMo2024
246 reads
2 Comments
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