Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2024 Published by Members Recently Online
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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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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 Written Word
The page is blank to the naked eye
To mine it’s covered in scribbles
Notes and thoughts, ideas and stories
Somehow all connected to each other
Within that tangled mess of words
There’s a bridge of how we came to be
I can’t seem to link the arcs
For their movement eludes me
Maybe I’m blinded by love,
no~
I’m engulfed in rage
I need to make this plausible
Everything feels so relevant
None so meaningful as our story
To mine it’s covered in scribbles
Notes and thoughts, ideas and stories
Somehow all connected to each other
Within that tangled mess of words
There’s a bridge of how we came to be
I can’t seem to link the arcs
For their movement eludes me
Maybe I’m blinded by love,
no~
I’m engulfed in rage
I need to make this plausible
Everything feels so relevant
None so meaningful as our story
#NaPoWriMo2024
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silence too golden
cabcool NaPo25 Bio Poem
six years of NaPo
spares me no crap, tho
days of vile learning
leave me still yearning.
to be outspoken
where rhymes have broken
silence too golden
leaves me beholden.
for i shall yet whet my
tongue on these pages
whence time shall furnish me
castles and wages.
© Copyright 2025 February 21
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
six years of NaPo
spares me no crap, tho
days of vile learning
leave me still yearning.
to be outspoken
where rhymes have broken
silence too golden
leaves me beholden.
for i shall yet whet my
tongue on these pages
whence time shall furnish me
castles and wages.
© Copyright 2025 February 21
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#identity
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
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silence too golden
cabcool NaPo25 Bio Poem
six years of NaPo
spares me no crap, tho
days of vile learning
leave me still yearning.
to be outspoken
where rhymes have broken
silence too golden
leaves me beholden.
for i shall yet whet my
tongue on these pages
whence time shall furnish me
castles and wages.
© Copyright 2025 February 21
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
six years of NaPo
spares me no crap, tho
days of vile learning
leave me still yearning.
to be outspoken
where rhymes have broken
silence too golden
leaves me beholden.
for i shall yet whet my
tongue on these pages
whence time shall furnish me
castles and wages.
© Copyright 2025 February 21
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#identity
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
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0 Comments
silence too golden
cabcool NaPo25 Bio Poem
six years of NaPo
spares me no crap, tho
days of vile learning
leave me still yearning.
to be outspoken
where rhymes have broken
silence too golden
leaves me beholden.
for i shall yet whet my
tongue on these pages
whence time shall furnish me
castles and wages.
© Copyright 2025 February 21
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
six years of NaPo
spares me no crap, tho
days of vile learning
leave me still yearning.
to be outspoken
where rhymes have broken
silence too golden
leaves me beholden.
for i shall yet whet my
tongue on these pages
whence time shall furnish me
castles and wages.
© Copyright 2025 February 21
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#identity
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
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0 Comments
silence too golden
cabcool NaPo25 Bio Poem
six years of NaPo
spares me no crap, tho
days of vile learning
leave me still yearning.
to be outspoken
where rhymes have broken
silence too golden
leaves me beholden.
for i shall yet whet my
tongue on these pages
whence time shall furnish me
castles and wages.
© Copyright 2025 February 21
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
six years of NaPo
spares me no crap, tho
days of vile learning
leave me still yearning.
to be outspoken
where rhymes have broken
silence too golden
leaves me beholden.
for i shall yet whet my
tongue on these pages
whence time shall furnish me
castles and wages.
© Copyright 2025 February 21
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#identity
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
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Quantum
all it took for me to fall in love
was one chance, miraculous moment,
coinciding quite nicely with
a random rainy Tuesday afternoon;
the rundown yet quaint bookstore
provided the perfect intersection
between your day and mine;
I never believed in divine timing
until our eyes boldly introduced us,
spilling all our best-kept secrets
across the gardening aisle -
it was the most holy thing I’ve felt;
I still ponder the magnitude
of that small moment, a tiny seed
containing finely-detailed blueprint,
the structure of time...
was one chance, miraculous moment,
coinciding quite nicely with
a random rainy Tuesday afternoon;
the rundown yet quaint bookstore
provided the perfect intersection
between your day and mine;
I never believed in divine timing
until our eyes boldly introduced us,
spilling all our best-kept secrets
across the gardening aisle -
it was the most holy thing I’ve felt;
I still ponder the magnitude
of that small moment, a tiny seed
containing finely-detailed blueprint,
the structure of time...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Quantum
all it took for me to fall in love
was one chance, miraculous moment,
coinciding quite nicely with
a random rainy Tuesday afternoon;
the rundown yet quaint bookstore
provided the perfect intersection
between your day and mine;
I never believed in divine timing
until our eyes boldly introduced us,
spilling all our best-kept secrets
across the gardening aisle -
it was the most holy thing I’ve felt;
I still ponder the magnitude
of that small moment, a tiny seed
containing finely-detailed blueprint,
the structure of time...
was one chance, miraculous moment,
coinciding quite nicely with
a random rainy Tuesday afternoon;
the rundown yet quaint bookstore
provided the perfect intersection
between your day and mine;
I never believed in divine timing
until our eyes boldly introduced us,
spilling all our best-kept secrets
across the gardening aisle -
it was the most holy thing I’ve felt;
I still ponder the magnitude
of that small moment, a tiny seed
containing finely-detailed blueprint,
the structure of time...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2024
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12 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
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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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Cold Comfort-Third Scoop

#childhood
#job
#memories #NaPoWriMo2024
#memories #NaPoWriMo2024
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