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).
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yiyi
yiyi
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 1:27am
1st Apr 2024 1:27am
NaPoWriMo2024 collecshun
1/30} ~ 04/01/2024
to you who keeps my skin in a mason jar ~
grey skinned man
with your baby bird bones
sheltering
a warzone
in which you cannot win
{i
have known no peace}
unarmed
& late to the front ~
… already invaded,
halfway conquered
before we began …
we slept
while it lay siege
ever so silently ...
to you who keeps my skin in a mason jar ~
grey skinned man
with your baby bird bones
sheltering
a warzone
in which you cannot win
{i
have known no peace}
unarmed
& late to the front ~
… already invaded,
halfway conquered
before we began …
we slept
while it lay siege
ever so silently ...
#NaPoWriMo2024
280 reads
9 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 6:22am
1st Apr 2024 6:22am
I Was Afraid
Preceding experiences, traumatic and unkind
choosing hope over fear, never resigned
spiritual journey meant to emprise
Consideration for perceptual illusions
prohibiting an unquiet mind’s intrusions
as thoughts are often boldfaced lies
Resolute, upon a prophetic mission
steadfast, firmly holding position
promising future, intended to realise
Leaning into discomfort and pain
disallowing its tyrannical reign
in solitude and reflection, I am wise
Assuredly battered yet never broken
distant memories,...
choosing hope over fear, never resigned
spiritual journey meant to emprise
Consideration for perceptual illusions
prohibiting an unquiet mind’s intrusions
as thoughts are often boldfaced lies
Resolute, upon a prophetic mission
steadfast, firmly holding position
promising future, intended to realise
Leaning into discomfort and pain
disallowing its tyrannical reign
in solitude and reflection, I am wise
Assuredly battered yet never broken
distant memories,...
#hope
#fear
#PersonalGrowth #NaPoWriMo2024
#PersonalGrowth #NaPoWriMo2024
103 reads
7 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 12:49pm
1st Apr 2024 12:49pm
Game Night
these pieces
are perplexing
puzzling
glyphs with
jigsaw edges
each decision
made with
precision
can I envision
the final
image
the picture
is revealed
wedge by wedge
jammed together
sorting edges
from the rest
playing with
colors
alignment
required
becoming clearer
piece by piece
the canvas confesses
that it’s lost
some segments
along the way
but it hasn’t
forgotten
how to be
completed
or how to
bring us...
are perplexing
puzzling
glyphs with
jigsaw edges
each decision
made with
precision
can I envision
the final
image
the picture
is revealed
wedge by wedge
jammed together
sorting edges
from the rest
playing with
colors
alignment
required
becoming clearer
piece by piece
the canvas confesses
that it’s lost
some segments
along the way
but it hasn’t
forgotten
how to be
completed
or how to
bring us...
#happiness
#NaPoWriMo2024
74 reads
8 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 12:58pm
1st Apr 2024 12:58pm
Poemorama
There’s a cranky old poetry machine
tucked away in the back of my head.
It hasn’t been running well, of late,
only firing up in short, infrequent bursts
as a last-resort grasp at clarity
when emotions have become too tangled.
It has suffered from disuse,
its metaphors jammed,
flow revving unevenly in halting, coughing word-bursts.
Today I’m pulling it from the shed and
gently blowing off the dust.
I’ll gingerly test each lever and pulley,
searching for semblance of rhythm and rhyme,
replacing spark plugs of...
tucked away in the back of my head.
It hasn’t been running well, of late,
only firing up in short, infrequent bursts
as a last-resort grasp at clarity
when emotions have become too tangled.
It has suffered from disuse,
its metaphors jammed,
flow revving unevenly in halting, coughing word-bursts.
Today I’m pulling it from the shed and
gently blowing off the dust.
I’ll gingerly test each lever and pulley,
searching for semblance of rhythm and rhyme,
replacing spark plugs of...
#motivational
#WritingPoetry
#support #NaPoWriMo2024
#support #NaPoWriMo2024
89 reads
14 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 1:11pm
1st Apr 2024 1:11pm
migratory miracle
1 of 30
it is it's own precious gift
the migration
eagerly witnessed by many
a soul healing vibration
the trill...the hum
an indescribable song
calming of thought
a delight simply to watch
as dance & courtships ensue
a momentary pause
before journey once more begins
& span of wings carry aloft
taking sacred song & moving on
& then the unexpected miracle
a rarity among the flock
a single singer unlike the rest
a special beauty
standing out
simply by being
it is it's own precious gift
the migration
eagerly witnessed by many
a soul healing vibration
the trill...the hum
an indescribable song
calming of thought
a delight simply to watch
as dance & courtships ensue
a momentary pause
before journey once more begins
& span of wings carry aloft
taking sacred song & moving on
& then the unexpected miracle
a rarity among the flock
a single singer unlike the rest
a special beauty
standing out
simply by being
#beauty
#birds
#nature #NaPoWriMo2024
#nature #NaPoWriMo2024
95 reads
12 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 1:14pm
1st Apr 2024 1:14pm
Can’t Fool Me? (NaPoWriMo 1)
I felt like a fool.
All the rage of the age of technology
But I felt nothing stir within
Just Mirrors, Projectors, and Lights.
And I,
seemed to see past
the technicolour cast;
the Wizard behind the curtain
with a high degree of certain,
that it is all a fake facade.
That it is all a show upon a stage
But One is not amused,
or fooled by the magics.
And simply looking for the exit.
All the rage of the age of technology
But I felt nothing stir within
Just Mirrors, Projectors, and Lights.
And I,
seemed to see past
the technicolour cast;
the Wizard behind the curtain
with a high degree of certain,
that it is all a fake facade.
That it is all a show upon a stage
But One is not amused,
or fooled by the magics.
And simply looking for the exit.
#technology
#art
#NaPoWriMo2024
53 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 1:48pm
1st Apr 2024 1:48pm
The Schrödinger's Cat in Ralph's Hat
Poor Ralph is a stick man
who's looking annoyed;
your attention is all that
keeps him from the void.
But Ralph does have a cat
(whose condition's unknown);
it's shut in a box
so let's leave it alone.
If Ralph is not here
then he must be out there.
He's wearing a hat
but his bottom is bare!
Quick! Call the police!
And instruct them to dash—
if we don't intervene,
he's going to flash!
There goes Ralph down the street;
do you think he'll get caught?
If not, he'll just vanish— ...
who's looking annoyed;
your attention is all that
keeps him from the void.
But Ralph does have a cat
(whose condition's unknown);
it's shut in a box
so let's leave it alone.
If Ralph is not here
then he must be out there.
He's wearing a hat
but his bottom is bare!
Quick! Call the police!
And instruct them to dash—
if we don't intervene,
he's going to flash!
There goes Ralph down the street;
do you think he'll get caught?
If not, he'll just vanish— ...
#funny
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
77 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 3:20pm
1st Apr 2024 3:20pm
[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
384 reads
7 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 4:33pm
1st Apr 2024 4:33pm
Party season has officially begun
Last night was intense
Bright lights and much suspense
Smiles and laughter
Dancing forever after
Old friends and many new
Dreams awaiting to pursue
I was back among my youth
Cousin smashin’ it in the dj booth
Girls bringing that feminine mystique
Boys grinning from cheek to cheek
What a night, what a ride
My glee I truly can’t hide
I had everyone bopping
Grooving and rocking
The beats were the best
Put my moves to the test
I feel ecstatic, revived
Goddamn it, I feel alive!
...
Bright lights and much suspense
Smiles and laughter
Dancing forever after
Old friends and many new
Dreams awaiting to pursue
I was back among my youth
Cousin smashin’ it in the dj booth
Girls bringing that feminine mystique
Boys grinning from cheek to cheek
What a night, what a ride
My glee I truly can’t hide
I had everyone bopping
Grooving and rocking
The beats were the best
Put my moves to the test
I feel ecstatic, revived
Goddamn it, I feel alive!
...
#happiness
#myself
#dance #NaPoWriMo2024
#dance #NaPoWriMo2024
83 reads
5 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 5:11pm
1st Apr 2024 5:11pm
Death Metal Lullaby
At night
I hear death metal
Playing faintly in the distance
Maybe from the downstairs apartment
Or maybe from the deepest expanse
Of my ignored existence
I’ve never been a death metal
Type of gal
I’ve always sought out smooth
Rhythms keeping their balanced tempos
And safe chords
Never been one to step on someone’s toes
Or argue
Or stand up for myself
A people pleasing monster
Denying only myself
So maybe at night
Is when my body rebels
Screaming into the night ...
I hear death metal
Playing faintly in the distance
Maybe from the downstairs apartment
Or maybe from the deepest expanse
Of my ignored existence
I’ve never been a death metal
Type of gal
I’ve always sought out smooth
Rhythms keeping their balanced tempos
And safe chords
Never been one to step on someone’s toes
Or argue
Or stand up for myself
A people pleasing monster
Denying only myself
So maybe at night
Is when my body rebels
Screaming into the night ...
#confessional
#sacrifice
#NaPoWriMo2024
91 reads
8 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 11:20pm
1st Apr 2024 11:20pm
Dotage
1/30
Dotage
How would / will I know
with no one to observe
Tell me
Remind me
Write it down. . .
Living alone
Having chats
Acknowledging
affirmations
without a different
point of view
Yes, I’ve read up on
the symptoms of
ancient aging
diseases
passed on DNA
(hoping it skips a generation)
But how would I even
be aware if I became. . .
As I grow older & fatter
I have put a laminated
note on my bathroom ...
Dotage
How would / will I know
with no one to observe
Tell me
Remind me
Write it down. . .
Living alone
Having chats
Acknowledging
affirmations
without a different
point of view
Yes, I’ve read up on
the symptoms of
ancient aging
diseases
passed on DNA
(hoping it skips a generation)
But how would I even
be aware if I became. . .
As I grow older & fatter
I have put a laminated
note on my bathroom ...
#identity
#LifeChangingMoment
#aging #NaPoWriMo2024
#aging #NaPoWriMo2024
140 reads
6 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 2:13am
2nd Apr 2024 2:13am
I Can't Do This
1/30
I Can't Do This
I'm sorry, but I can't
do this.
I thought I could but
I can't.
Too much.
Too much sleep deprivation,
too much angst
anxiety
too much aloneness
too much talking on the phone
to call centers staffed
with accents which challenge
my old man lack of understanding
Why do they make everything
so ambiguous?
Why does everyone
hoard my data,
my searches,
my fumbling bumbling-- ...
I Can't Do This
I'm sorry, but I can't
do this.
I thought I could but
I can't.
Too much.
Too much sleep deprivation,
too much angst
anxiety
too much aloneness
too much talking on the phone
to call centers staffed
with accents which challenge
my old man lack of understanding
Why do they make everything
so ambiguous?
Why does everyone
hoard my data,
my searches,
my fumbling bumbling-- ...
#determination
#PersonalGrowth
#NaPoWriMo2024
122 reads
6 Comments
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