Poems About Na Po Wri Mo 2024 by Top Critiquers
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[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...
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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
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Condemned
hanging around
like a
condemnèd man
waiting on
that noose
under this
black hood
my heart
is thumping
tho i'm
hardly breathing
oh silence
take me
home
end all
the torture
of life
bury each
painful memory
just release
everything
please
no more
enough
has been
done here
time
to let
it go
like a
condemnèd man
waiting on
that noose
under this
black hood
my heart
is thumping
tho i'm
hardly breathing
oh silence
take me
home
end all
the torture
of life
bury each
painful memory
just release
everything
please
no more
enough
has been
done here
time
to let
it go
#MentalHealth
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#SelfWorth
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confessing need...
30 of 30
maybe it's considered distasteful
admitting this...
but what the hell
I'm just gonna own it
it won't be the first time...
my undiluted truth spilled out
leaving a stain upon the ground
for uneasy eyes to scuttle around
it's just how it is...
I've accepted that
I have a need...
to be heard...understood...
...dare I say it...
...seen
to have confirmation
that I matter in some manner
even in the slightest capacity
...in an external context
outside my own head ...
maybe it's considered distasteful
admitting this...
but what the hell
I'm just gonna own it
it won't be the first time...
my undiluted truth spilled out
leaving a stain upon the ground
for uneasy eyes to scuttle around
it's just how it is...
I've accepted that
I have a need...
to be heard...understood...
...dare I say it...
...seen
to have confirmation
that I matter in some manner
even in the slightest capacity
...in an external context
outside my own head ...
#confessional
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024
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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
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#SelfDiscovery
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Melancholia
A sadness within
does surely reside
ekes out its place
unwilling to hide
Forever overtaking
each fragment of thought
alone and isolated
desperate, distraught
Lost motivation
inspiration gone
lacking self-will
not carrying on
Shackles confine
repressed fears alive
escape not apparent
failing to thrive
Much is the plight
of a melancholic mind
critical illness
cruel and unkind
does surely reside
ekes out its place
unwilling to hide
Forever overtaking
each fragment of thought
alone and isolated
desperate, distraught
Lost motivation
inspiration gone
lacking self-will
not carrying on
Shackles confine
repressed fears alive
escape not apparent
failing to thrive
Much is the plight
of a melancholic mind
critical illness
cruel and unkind
#depression
#NaPoWriMo2024
#sadness
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Letter to Me
You don’t have to earn it.
Not by impressing people
with your heartfelt writing or singing
your physical feats or keen observations
Not by making them laugh
with your silliness and charm
Not by helping them out
with your professional competence
or deep-diving intellect.
You have all these things
(yes, you do)
but they are not tools
to earn love and value.
They are results of the fact
that love is already there.
Your only job
is not to hinder it with your...
Not by impressing people
with your heartfelt writing or singing
your physical feats or keen observations
Not by making them laugh
with your silliness and charm
Not by helping them out
with your professional competence
or deep-diving intellect.
You have all these things
(yes, you do)
but they are not tools
to earn love and value.
They are results of the fact
that love is already there.
Your only job
is not to hinder it with your...
#love
#NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfWorth
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april songs (Theme 3): Attitudes of Life 10
april song 30—all my life (punto finale)
were all my days renumbered as the grains
of sand that on the ocean fringes pine,
i wonder what would be my remnant gains,
ere vibrant youth yields to life’s swift decline.
would all my lyrics wither with the dawn,
to cadence like the sacrificial fawn?
were all my life the lyrics of one poem
—a ballad of engaging latitude—
whose metaphors compelled bright stars to know ’em,
would death accord a lither attitude
to destinies my journey must fulfil
before earth silence...
were all my days renumbered as the grains
of sand that on the ocean fringes pine,
i wonder what would be my remnant gains,
ere vibrant youth yields to life’s swift decline.
would all my lyrics wither with the dawn,
to cadence like the sacrificial fawn?
were all my life the lyrics of one poem
—a ballad of engaging latitude—
whose metaphors compelled bright stars to know ’em,
would death accord a lither attitude
to destinies my journey must fulfil
before earth silence...
#dreams
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfDiscovery
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