Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2024 Published by Members Recently Online
#NaPoWriMo2024
The Journey Within
Sometimes we look at the progress we’ve made
By looking at the things we were able to overcome
And sometimes we look back the road behind
Reflecting on the past so as to move forward
A thirty-day writing challenge is a journey within
It’s an exercise in indulgence and creativity
Setting personal goals of inspiration and discipline
So we can express ourselves honestly and freely
By looking at the things we were able to overcome
And sometimes we look back the road behind
Reflecting on the past so as to move forward
A thirty-day writing challenge is a journey within
It’s an exercise in indulgence and creativity
Setting personal goals of inspiration and discipline
So we can express ourselves honestly and freely
#NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfDiscovery
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The Journey Within
Sometimes we look at the progress we’ve made
By looking at the things we were able to overcome
And sometimes we look back the road behind
Reflecting on the past so as to move forward
A thirty-day writing challenge is a journey within
It’s an exercise in indulgence and creativity
Setting personal goals of inspiration and discipline
So we can express ourselves honestly and freely
By looking at the things we were able to overcome
And sometimes we look back the road behind
Reflecting on the past so as to move forward
A thirty-day writing challenge is a journey within
It’s an exercise in indulgence and creativity
Setting personal goals of inspiration and discipline
So we can express ourselves honestly and freely
#NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfDiscovery
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One More Poem
Poetry has been holding me hostage:
every day,
tasks delayed
in anticipation
of versification.
It’s happening again,
tethered to my pen…
Poetry is keeping me captive:
my time diminished
as chores go unfinished,
teased by a muse
who aims to confuse.
Each date a new fight
to find something to write…
Poetry has got me imprisoned:
suspended animation
as I wait in frustration,
shirking my duties
to seek lexical beauty.
Tomorrow this struggle shall finally cease –
just one more...
every day,
tasks delayed
in anticipation
of versification.
It’s happening again,
tethered to my pen…
Poetry is keeping me captive:
my time diminished
as chores go unfinished,
teased by a muse
who aims to confuse.
Each date a new fight
to find something to write…
Poetry has got me imprisoned:
suspended animation
as I wait in frustration,
shirking my duties
to seek lexical beauty.
Tomorrow this struggle shall finally cease –
just one more...
#ADHD
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2024 #WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024 #WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
One More Poem
Poetry has been holding me hostage:
every day,
tasks delayed
in anticipation
of versification.
It’s happening again,
tethered to my pen…
Poetry is keeping me captive:
my time diminished
as chores go unfinished,
teased by a muse
who aims to confuse.
Each date a new fight
to find something to write…
Poetry has got me imprisoned:
suspended animation
as I wait in frustration,
shirking my duties
to seek lexical beauty.
Tomorrow this struggle shall finally cease –
just one more...
every day,
tasks delayed
in anticipation
of versification.
It’s happening again,
tethered to my pen…
Poetry is keeping me captive:
my time diminished
as chores go unfinished,
teased by a muse
who aims to confuse.
Each date a new fight
to find something to write…
Poetry has got me imprisoned:
suspended animation
as I wait in frustration,
shirking my duties
to seek lexical beauty.
Tomorrow this struggle shall finally cease –
just one more...
#ADHD
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2024 #WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024 #WritingPoetry
96 reads
2 Comments
One More Poem
Poetry has been holding me hostage:
every day,
tasks delayed
in anticipation
of versification.
It’s happening again,
tethered to my pen…
Poetry is keeping me captive:
my time diminished
as chores go unfinished,
teased by a muse
who aims to confuse.
Each date a new fight
to find something to write…
Poetry has got me imprisoned:
suspended animation
as I wait in frustration,
shirking my duties
to seek lexical beauty.
Tomorrow this struggle shall finally cease –
just one more...
every day,
tasks delayed
in anticipation
of versification.
It’s happening again,
tethered to my pen…
Poetry is keeping me captive:
my time diminished
as chores go unfinished,
teased by a muse
who aims to confuse.
Each date a new fight
to find something to write…
Poetry has got me imprisoned:
suspended animation
as I wait in frustration,
shirking my duties
to seek lexical beauty.
Tomorrow this struggle shall finally cease –
just one more...
#ADHD
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2024 #WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024 #WritingPoetry
96 reads
2 Comments
One More Poem
Poetry has been holding me hostage:
every day,
tasks delayed
in anticipation
of versification.
It’s happening again,
tethered to my pen…
Poetry is keeping me captive:
my time diminished
as chores go unfinished,
teased by a muse
who aims to confuse.
Each date a new fight
to find something to write…
Poetry has got me imprisoned:
suspended animation
as I wait in frustration,
shirking my duties
to seek lexical beauty.
Tomorrow this struggle shall finally cease –
just one more...
every day,
tasks delayed
in anticipation
of versification.
It’s happening again,
tethered to my pen…
Poetry is keeping me captive:
my time diminished
as chores go unfinished,
teased by a muse
who aims to confuse.
Each date a new fight
to find something to write…
Poetry has got me imprisoned:
suspended animation
as I wait in frustration,
shirking my duties
to seek lexical beauty.
Tomorrow this struggle shall finally cease –
just one more...
#ADHD
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2024 #WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024 #WritingPoetry
96 reads
2 Comments
[NaPoWriMo 2024 Collection]: Elysium of Poetry
I
Most seek poems
in the iris of the earth
because the well of her pupil
is too deep
for ink to survive
They believe
But poetry lives
its life in shadows
between the pages
of forgotten or buried books
tucked in drawers
old envelops
and tombs of the dead
Its scent is distinct:
chrysanthemum, worn leather
lavender and peppermint
we catch its waft
when least expected
Its...
Most seek poems
in the iris of the earth
because the well of her pupil
is too deep
for ink to survive
They believe
But poetry lives
its life in shadows
between the pages
of forgotten or buried books
tucked in drawers
old envelops
and tombs of the dead
Its scent is distinct:
chrysanthemum, worn leather
lavender and peppermint
we catch its waft
when least expected
Its...
#NaPoWriMo2024
698 reads
15 Comments
Answer to 'A Close Encounter' (April 25th)
Clef
Root
Alto
Stave
Tenor
Mute
Minim
Ninth
Brass
Opera
Quaver
Canon
Accent
Score
Flat
Raga
Melisma
Root
Alto
Stave
Tenor
Mute
Minim
Ninth
Brass
Opera
Quaver
Canon
Accent
Score
Flat
Raga
Melisma
#NaPoWriMo2024
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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
286 reads
8 Comments
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
286 reads
8 Comments
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
286 reads
8 Comments
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
286 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2024 Published by Members Recently Online