Poetry Writing Month | NaPoWriMo 2024
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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).
Josiah
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 1:47am
3rd Apr 2024 1:47am
Dwellers in the Cellar
Amidst swallowing depths of darkness, I found myself frozen like a mannequin.
The surrounding shadows lurked thick and stout, salivating upon my proximity.
I felt their sinister intentions, vicious delight, akin to sunshine kissing the skin.
One behind the furnace, two by the washer, three... I now run out of proclivity.
In panicking flight, scrambling upstairs to the light, I'm pulled toward the abyss
Demon chains wrapped round my ankles tight, devils gnashing beside my feet
Drinking upon memory supple, my queen of spells bestowed me protective kiss
From...
The surrounding shadows lurked thick and stout, salivating upon my proximity.
I felt their sinister intentions, vicious delight, akin to sunshine kissing the skin.
One behind the furnace, two by the washer, three... I now run out of proclivity.
In panicking flight, scrambling upstairs to the light, I'm pulled toward the abyss
Demon chains wrapped round my ankles tight, devils gnashing beside my feet
Drinking upon memory supple, my queen of spells bestowed me protective kiss
From...
#anxiety
#fear
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 2:54am
3rd Apr 2024 2:54am
There’s a Dog snoring (NaPoWriMo 3)
There’s a Dog snoring in my room.
Well,
the room for me as a guest.
The fold-out bed
goes where she is sleeping
so I’ll let her snore some more
And move her when she wakes up.
There’s a Dog snoring in the room.
Well,
Snoring and snorting
in the same tone
as my Grandma used to make.
There’s a Dog snoring in this room.
And I’m using the time
to write a poem
As it would be cruel to wake her,
And anyway,
I get the giggles listening to snoring.
Something about hearing sleep enjoyed ...
Well,
the room for me as a guest.
The fold-out bed
goes where she is sleeping
so I’ll let her snore some more
And move her when she wakes up.
There’s a Dog snoring in the room.
Well,
Snoring and snorting
in the same tone
as my Grandma used to make.
There’s a Dog snoring in this room.
And I’m using the time
to write a poem
As it would be cruel to wake her,
And anyway,
I get the giggles listening to snoring.
Something about hearing sleep enjoyed ...
#dogs
#sleep
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Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 11:10am
3rd Apr 2024 11:10am
Outlined in chalk
Why did you leave me
Why did you die
Why did you go
Without saying goodbye?
Why did I have
To find you like that
Blue lips, limp body
With no way to counteract
The memories
The feelings
Of wanting you back
I looked
I acted
I did everything I could
But your soul was gone
The minute you were found
Not a minute sooner
Than it should’ve been
Not a second later
Than it should
But you’re gone forevermore
Without a single final hug
And that hurts to know...
Why did you die
Why did you go
Without saying goodbye?
Why did I have
To find you like that
Blue lips, limp body
With no way to counteract
The memories
The feelings
Of wanting you back
I looked
I acted
I did everything I could
But your soul was gone
The minute you were found
Not a minute sooner
Than it should’ve been
Not a second later
Than it should
But you’re gone forevermore
Without a single final hug
And that hurts to know...
#grief
#death
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7 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 12:08pm
3rd Apr 2024 12:08pm
5-4-3-2-1
I see:
a stack of boxes of unwanted responsibility
a calm, new-moss green wall
artwork from a child now grown
a disarray of important papers
a thirsty spider plant
I hear:
a ringing whine that is mine alone
the faint sound of Metallica
a bathroom fan
the scratch of my pen on paper
I feel:
a cozy armchair hugging my body
a hamstring that’s begging for stretching
the tickle of anxiety deep in my core
I smell:
burnt crumbs in the toaster
the early morning sweat of my own warm body
I taste: ...
a stack of boxes of unwanted responsibility
a calm, new-moss green wall
artwork from a child now grown
a disarray of important papers
a thirsty spider plant
I hear:
a ringing whine that is mine alone
the faint sound of Metallica
a bathroom fan
the scratch of my pen on paper
I feel:
a cozy armchair hugging my body
a hamstring that’s begging for stretching
the tickle of anxiety deep in my core
I smell:
burnt crumbs in the toaster
the early morning sweat of my own warm body
I taste: ...
#anxiety
#meditation
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16 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 2:14pm
3rd Apr 2024 2:14pm
I'm not listening...
3 of 30
put others first
they said
{I do...}
stop overthinking
they said
{I can't...}
don't curse so much
they said
{fuck that...}
lose some weight
they said
{I did...}
don't be so sensitive
they said
{I wish...}
act with compassion
they said
{always...}
keep quiet
they said
{as if...}
you daydream too much
they said
{so what...}
use your head...but not like that
they said
{then how...}
...
put others first
they said
{I do...}
stop overthinking
they said
{I can't...}
don't curse so much
they said
{fuck that...}
lose some weight
they said
{I did...}
don't be so sensitive
they said
{I wish...}
act with compassion
they said
{always...}
keep quiet
they said
{as if...}
you daydream too much
they said
{so what...}
use your head...but not like that
they said
{then how...}
...
#confessional
#SelfWorth
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18 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 3:57pm
3rd Apr 2024 3:57pm
Calorific
03/30
Calorific
No tumbling nor word scrambles
in the Desert as I have
discovered I do not need
a Whirlpool Box filled with its
magick to dry out my assorted
fabric skins.
Whether in winter or summer
the air is very thin
and when within
I try to strongarm every
Doorknob,
Handle –
Damn near anything
the pin prick spark
reminds me of the
Desert!
I’ve been carrying metal in pockets
that once held tissues
to thwart – stem off the
charges that seemingly ...
Calorific
No tumbling nor word scrambles
in the Desert as I have
discovered I do not need
a Whirlpool Box filled with its
magick to dry out my assorted
fabric skins.
Whether in winter or summer
the air is very thin
and when within
I try to strongarm every
Doorknob,
Handle –
Damn near anything
the pin prick spark
reminds me of the
Desert!
I’ve been carrying metal in pockets
that once held tissues
to thwart – stem off the
charges that seemingly ...
#myself
#meditation
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Isgyppie_
Bumped 16th Aug 2024 6:34pm
3rd Apr 2024 3:59pm
3rd Apr 2024 3:59pm
Donor
When I die
Donate my body to poetry
My bone as pen
My blood as ink
My skin as sheet
My organs as inspiration
Write of my smoked stained lungs
And the cirrhosis in my liver
Imagine why I left them in this state
Look closely at my cold, unmoving heart
And conceptualise what caused it to break
Fabricate how my twisted brain sprouted
Psilocybin in it’s decay
And what beautiful thoughts
Were not quenched in it’s lifetime
For them to now blossom within the grave
Donate my body to poetry
My bone as pen
My blood as ink
My skin as sheet
My organs as inspiration
Write of my smoked stained lungs
And the cirrhosis in my liver
Imagine why I left them in this state
Look closely at my cold, unmoving heart
And conceptualise what caused it to break
Fabricate how my twisted brain sprouted
Psilocybin in it’s decay
And what beautiful thoughts
Were not quenched in it’s lifetime
For them to now blossom within the grave
#death
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 5:08pm
3rd Apr 2024 5:08pm
Across Thin Ice
wake up
this heart attack
is on steroids
melancholy skips across thin ice
as paranoia's cocoon tightens
like a plastic bag over your face
mouth agape
desperately sucking for air
no sound of screaming
it's hard faking life
grasping all those hopes
while watching fingers lose grip
great falls always hurt
drowning inside questions
rolling among barbed wire
answers are never easy
burnt wings won't fly
lost angels collect ashes
leaving us charred souls behind
so nothing grows here ...
this heart attack
is on steroids
melancholy skips across thin ice
as paranoia's cocoon tightens
like a plastic bag over your face
mouth agape
desperately sucking for air
no sound of screaming
it's hard faking life
grasping all those hopes
while watching fingers lose grip
great falls always hurt
drowning inside questions
rolling among barbed wire
answers are never easy
burnt wings won't fly
lost angels collect ashes
leaving us charred souls behind
so nothing grows here ...
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth #NaPoWriMo2024
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 5:09pm
3rd Apr 2024 5:09pm
Sweet Spring
Inspiration blows in on the wind
Open windows welcoming in
The warmth of the gentle breeze
Brings sweet scents for me to breath
Flowers blossom, I see the first few
Daffodils, violets, and magnolias, too
Birdsong chirps across the blue sky
A call I yearn to answer in reply
Optimism, the mood of the season
Gives me yet another good reason
To dig my hands in the dirt and be so grateful
That I am finally one with mother nature
Open windows welcoming in
The warmth of the gentle breeze
Brings sweet scents for me to breath
Flowers blossom, I see the first few
Daffodils, violets, and magnolias, too
Birdsong chirps across the blue sky
A call I yearn to answer in reply
Optimism, the mood of the season
Gives me yet another good reason
To dig my hands in the dirt and be so grateful
That I am finally one with mother nature
#flowers
#birds
#spring
#nature
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 7:01pm
3rd Apr 2024 7:01pm
Bitter Tenderness
At a loss, I toss to dust
Even my skin abandoned these hollow bones
And I’ve crushed the skull, under
Vengeful feet
That since have lost all sensitivity
To the elements
To people
.. Myself
Look at me! I am a memory in a mind
Whose mind?
Tell me, did their lips release my essence
On a tongue of bitter tenderness?
Why can’t this soul be warmed, swaddled
Into an eternal daydream?
I really thought I meant something
Whose mind is in question?
It could be my own that haunts me
And as I reach my final cell
I...
Even my skin abandoned these hollow bones
And I’ve crushed the skull, under
Vengeful feet
That since have lost all sensitivity
To the elements
To people
.. Myself
Look at me! I am a memory in a mind
Whose mind?
Tell me, did their lips release my essence
On a tongue of bitter tenderness?
Why can’t this soul be warmed, swaddled
Into an eternal daydream?
I really thought I meant something
Whose mind is in question?
It could be my own that haunts me
And as I reach my final cell
I...
#motivational
#LifeChangingMoment
#hurt
#determination
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mel44
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 8:13pm
3rd Apr 2024 8:13pm
Awakened by Truth
Blinded, woeful, soul asleep
poignant denial, heavy and deep
stagnant in place since early youth
impotent to see the inalienable truth
consuming lethal mead, hopelessly
disregard for austere potency
consequent effects, grievous loss
burning bridges not meant to cross
uninspired, remaining still
dull and stale, becoming ill
drowning, decaying, almost dead
hanging on by just one thread
…
Praying for a revelation
awakened by truth, a manifestation
allergic reaction,...
poignant denial, heavy and deep
stagnant in place since early youth
impotent to see the inalienable truth
consuming lethal mead, hopelessly
disregard for austere potency
consequent effects, grievous loss
burning bridges not meant to cross
uninspired, remaining still
dull and stale, becoming ill
drowning, decaying, almost dead
hanging on by just one thread
…
Praying for a revelation
awakened by truth, a manifestation
allergic reaction,...
#alcohol
#healing
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Josiah
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 2:28am
4th Apr 2024 2:28am
Middle Hand Man
I give them all, my
Middle of the hand
Those weaving together
The fringes of our morality
Scrawling down in stone
Our words before they sway
Those entrappers, tricksters
I do despise
Beware, you self-indulgent somber prisoners of exile
Beware, hunters of plastic thrills that patchwork their voids
Ministers pit you both in opposition, erasing grey areas
May they have spiritual immolation and be charred to ash
Watch out for the menaces
Militancy behind those smiles
Operators closely standing by
In...
Middle of the hand
Those weaving together
The fringes of our morality
Scrawling down in stone
Our words before they sway
Those entrappers, tricksters
I do despise
Beware, you self-indulgent somber prisoners of exile
Beware, hunters of plastic thrills that patchwork their voids
Ministers pit you both in opposition, erasing grey areas
May they have spiritual immolation and be charred to ash
Watch out for the menaces
Militancy behind those smiles
Operators closely standing by
In...
#anger
#hate
#humankind
#frustration
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