#napowrimo

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  • claireviolet82 4w

    In the Blink of an Eye

    In the blink of an eye, everything as everyone you know now can be replaced with everything that you don’t know or like.

    So, it’s important to hold on to the things and people that you love,

    Because you’ll never know what or who might replace what you should have kept.
    ©claireviolet82

  • claireviolet82 4w

    In a Better World

    In a better world, I would do what I should have done

    I should have done what I was told and be content with what I had

    But I was so determined to be different from everyone else that I didn’t see

    That I had created a sad and painful world for myself
    ©claireviolet82

  • lilura_13 4w

    Bewitched, baffled
    To each their own
    Feelings over mind
    ©lilura_13

  • era_writes 5w

    The sounds of heartbreaks
    Are heard in different ways...
    The lone lover sits aloof
    Starring at the night sky
    There are crickets chirping
    From Far away comes a Sound
    And The wolf too howls
    Far somewhere a child cries
    Perhaps in separation of his mother
    Yet another sound comes
    And This time it's a couple;
    Fighting arguing thrashing around...
    The sounds of heartbreaks
    Are Sometime loud
    And sometimes engulfed by silence
    But everytime, equally painful.
    ©era_writes

  • sameerved 5w

    [ abandon ]

    I vandalise
    all that is left of you in me
    erase your touch, sabotage your cologne,
    and remove a pair from the trail of footprints

    but this isn't destruction
    it's an art made out of one!

    it's how I choose to abandon you

    ~ कलम-e-समeeर

  • claireviolet82 6w

    Disappointed? Well, You Should Be.

    When you look back over your life and see that no one is in it, you have to ask yourself what went wrong.

    For me, I should have let go of the things I didn’t need when I held on to them; I also let go of the people I should have held onto.
    ©claireviolet82

  • claireviolet82 6w

    Life is Great, Unless You Have a Disability

    They say that life is worth living,
    But they also say that disabled people are not worthy to live.

    They say that your place is with your family,
    But they also want to force families to abandon their disabled children.

    They say that every person should have their life,
    But if you’re disabled, you don’t get to live at all.

    I don’t know who’s right, I’m so confused;
    Should disabled people have their lives or not at all?
    ©claireviolet82

  • claireviolet82 6w

    The End of Me, Myself, and I

    When you told me that you didn’t love me anymore, I was upset,

    Nothing hurt me more than you rejecting me because of me.

    But that’s ok, because I found a new way,

    And I’m saying goodbye to me, myself, and I.

    Everyone tells me that I’ve changed, that I’m not the same person that they once knew,

    But little did they know that I was forced to change myself because of you telling me that I was selfish and I only cared about myself.
    ©claireviolet82

  • hamallaxmi 6w

    Day 9
    .
    //The grandeur of life is in the attempt//
    .
    Have you ever felt pit in your heart
    Aching with the unbearable pain even
    After pouring your heart out.
    Some days are like warm sunshine
    And blooming heart
    But some days are so miserable
    Filled with the most unwanted
    Pattern of life
    World is in the utter chaos
    So is the life

    You see i believed everything
    I have been told
    And have been followed the pattern
    Of life
    Having to wonder how far this is gonna take me through
    Will there ever be clear sky after the Strom
    Or just another mysteriously
    glooming day
    And how do one satisfy or calm oneself?
    Is their any way out there to be free
    Of the shackles that
    you've tried yourself to?

    I remember Tom Morrison saying
    "The grandeur of life in the attempt"
    But i sense that attempt is also the most
    Dreadful part to survive
    Surviving in parts is important than in surving in wholesome.
    But making that attempt to survive
    Is of the utmost importance.

    I have been calming myself
    For Long
    But today i have lost the balance
    You see i could not hold the agony
    Deeprooted in my heart
    The result was i puked all over
    Only to find the mukky
    Around me
    Nothing helped me today
    No comfort
    No hugs
    No drama
    No sympathy
    No devotion
    Neither the love
    What medicine would you recommend me
    For the Pain of nothingness and everything

    #napowrimo #napowrimo2022

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    I remember Tom Morrison saying
    "The grandeur of life in the attempt"
    But i sense that attempt is also the most
    Dreadful part to survive
    Surviving in parts is important than in surving in wholesome.
    But making that attempt to survive
    Is of the utmost importance.

    I have been calming myself
    For Long
    But today i have lost the balance
    You see i could not hold the agony
    Deeprooted in my heart
    The result was i puked all over
    Only to find the mukky
    Around me
    Nothing helped me today
    No comfort
    No hugs
    No drama
    No sympathy
    No devotion
    Neither the love
    What medicine would you recommend me
    For the Pain of nothingness and everything
    ©hamallaxmi

  • hamallaxmi 6w

    Day 6
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    //Write an abecedarian poem//
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    Alluring artist asian attraction
    Blonde boy bravely brilliant buzzing
    Carving cautious cogent convincingly
    Distance dissolved dynamic dynasty
    Eagered economic electric euphoria
    Fluorescent furnished furnance
    Giant gibberish glamourous globetrotter
    Hazy habitat hopeful humane
    Inkling indigenous interesting investment
    Juggling justifying junior
    Karmic key kindness kisses
    Labelled luscious lustre labyrinth
    Monstrous money mornings mood
    Nestling noisy network nuclear novel
    Orphans organ organised obdurate
    Parsi panchayat pioneer polling
    Queer queen questions
    Rat racing Richards royalty
    Sleepless Sunday Sydney sync
    Tarot tempting timeless treasures
    Ultraviolet ulcers under underarms
    Various vibing volunteers
    Watch wonderfull windows
    Xylan Xylophone Xerox
    Yesterday's yellow yippie yogurt yards
    Zapped Zealous zen.
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    #napowrimoindia
    #glonapowrimo #napowrimo #napowrimo2022 #napowrimoxpp #poetry #poetrycommunity #poemsheals #poetscorner #poemsofig #poemislife #poetsofinstagram #poemsporn #hyderabad #poetlife

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    Alluring artist asian attraction
    Blonde boy bravely brilliant buzzing
    Carving cautious cogent convincingly
    Distance dissolved dynamic dynasty
    Eagered economic electric euphoria
    Fluorescent furnished furnance
    Giant gibberish glamourous globetrotter
    Hazy habitat hopeful humane
    Inkling indigenous interesting investment
    Juggling justifying junior
    Karmic key kindness kisses
    ©hamallaxmi

  • hamallaxmi 7w

    Day 5
    .
    //A walk to remember//
    .
    Back in 2016 you
    invited me to
    Your world where
    you have been an
    Integral part
    the heat of terai region
    was unbearable
    You tell me to take
    one step at a time
    Holding your hand
    I try to explore the hidden valleys, Pagodas, Lakes,
    temples and sancturies
    Just to know the
    importance of the place
    Which was imprinted
    from decades together
    I don't exactly
    remember the kind of
    Love and warmth
    i had been feeling
    Within me
    Glaring at the
    mesmerizing beauty
    Of a lotus pond
    and the beautiful stupas
    Making a peaceful prayer
    Secretly making a
    wish on a prayer wheel
    Clicking the pictures
    Breath-taking interiors
    and white beauty of Thai Monestary
    And deep understanding of
    Traditional logic and ancient history
    Behind the Eternal Peace Flames
    But peace was gauranteed.
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    #napowrimoindia #napowrimo #napowrimo2022 #napowrimoxnidhscraps #napowrimo #letsescapril #escapril #walk #remember #nofilter #sohyderabad #whatsuphyderabad #thingstodoinhyderabad #poetry #poetrycommunity #poemsofig #poemsheals #poemislife #poemsporn #poemsindia #poemsbyme #poetsofinstagram #queernapowrimo2022

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    Glaring at the
    mesmerizing beauty
    Of a lotus pond
    and the beautiful stupas
    Making a peaceful prayer
    Secretly making a
    wish on a prayer wheel
    Clicking the pictures
    Breath-taking interiors
    and white beauty of Thai Monestary
    And deep understanding of
    Traditional logic and ancient history
    Behind the Eternal Peace Flames
    But peace was gauranteed.
    ©hamallaxmi

  • lilura_13 7w

    Chase me in your dreams

    Brushes scattered,
    Dabbed some fresh paint
    She left in haste;
    Hurried portraits

    River beds and, fine slits
    Dipped with footprints
    Come hither smile graced her lips

    He whispered, "Goodbye Miss."
    ©lilura_13

  • hamallaxmi 7w

    Day 4
    How often you think about the childhood treasury still digged deep in us?
    It's been couple of months.
    We went for the adventurous ride
    found out to be locked
    After the usual trails
    The man insisted upon to sneak inside
    The huge wall,
    That's where the adventures began
    The dogs invited us with love
    The pretty garden in front and densely
    Covered forest like deep inside
    With the bridge on the one side
    Huge bamboo tree on the other side
    You made me fall for you.

    My mind cluttered with the
    unprocessed thoughts
    Wanted to be distanced emotionally
    Steering the overflowing abrasion
    That was chained in birdcage
    Perhaps we are the body of
    Borrowed breaths
    Neither can you kiss me nor can I
    As kisses that changes life are
    Fullfilling at first and soring later on
    So my favourite place as kid was
    In the garden of your arms.
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    #napowrimo #napowrimo2022

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    Perhaps we are the body of
    Borrowed breaths
    Neither can you kiss me nor can I
    As kisses that changes life are
    Fullfilling at first and soring later on
    So my favourite place as kid was
    In the garden of your arms.
    ©hamallaxmi

  • lilura_13 7w

    Unsparing

    Crave unsparing,
    Flames untamed
    Fateful lies and, dreams uncontained
    ©lilura_13

  • hamallaxmi 7w

    Day 3

    I remember you saying
    You will surprise me with
    all your arts next time we meet
    I also remember how you insisted
    Me to take the metro
    Experiencing the journey.

    I've been tired of running away
    From the thoughts that
    makes me feel tormenting
    Just like ripping off my parts
    into multiple Pieces
    And the rebellious rage within me wakesup

    But I wonder what if you came back again?
    Would you stop ghosting
    me in my dreams?
    Or meeting on full moon
    wouldn't required anymore right?
    Or Would you care to be there beside me?

    Would it be the worth it
    If you came back again
    Would it be right to meet after the apocalypse
    Would you make a pending apology?
    Did the person in you had been transformed
    Or it's just for the vengeance you have in your mind.

    #napowrimo #napowrimo2022

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    I've been tired of running away
    From the thoughts that
    makes me feel tormenting
    Just like ripping off my parts
    into multiple Pieces
    And the rebellious rage within me wakesup

    ©hamallaxmi

  • lilura_13 7w

    Garland

    Crowned with garland,
    Shiny strands
    sneaks past
    those waterfall braids
    She dances,
    Intuned with herself
    ©lilura_13

  • hamallaxmi 7w

    Day 2
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    //I am afraid when I don't know what i am afraid of//
    .
    It's 4am I wake up from the deep sleep
    Untidy dreams make me sit upstraight
    Pondering on the kind of dream it was
    I dwell on for quite sometime listening to the reverberations that it's trying to pass on to me.
    I have been guided repeated number of times about my friends being faithlessness
    Yet I never cared to heed
    This time I am afraid of the outcome
    Kind of outcome that would end everything.
    Yet I tried to do the usual scrolling just to
    Reroute the earthquakes and seastroms
    Within me.
    I just lay facing the ceiling above with the heavy presumptiveness cold calling
    if stars would speak to me what would they say
    Would they suspiciously guide to the darkest tunnels shedding the light they have?
    Would darkest nights have the shimmering golden light as well?
    Would they (stars) make me feel good about my uneasiness and calm the Strom inside me?
    Would they offer the flowers and shower love to me without expecting any in return.
    Would the world be little more kind towards the people around.
    I am tired of things and
    I am afraid of being consumed by the evil
    I am afraid of losing the people I love and care
    I am not sure if I am afraid of being in love
    I am afraid of not being able to trust the people around
    Or am i afraid of not making the expectations meet
    I am afraid the most when I don't know what i am afraid of.
    My eyes shut making a way towards the subsconsious world
    And I lay there lifeless
    .
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    #napowrimo #napowrimo2022 #glonapowrimo

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    I am tired of things and
    I am afraid of being consumed by the evil
    I am afraid of losing the people I love and care
    I am not sure if I am afraid of being in love
    I am afraid of not being able to trust the people around
    Or am i afraid of not making the expectations meet
    I am afraid the most when I don't know what i am afraid of.
    My eyes shut making a way towards the subsconsious world
    And I lay there lifeless

    ©hamallaxmi

  • parthrey 7w

    My woman

    Her days starts with care and ends with worries,
    Her life is dedicated to other, but I don't know who is dedicated for her.
    Others appreciate her for many, but doesn't give credit for any.
    Everyone comes first in her mind, but I don't know who is her behind.
    How these situations arises, we all have learnt in history.
    But how we can make her life special, is not still a mystery.
    So do what you can to steal a moment
    And show that you inherit her endowment.



    ©parthrey

  • a_franteen_writer 7w

    Plzz if you have any appropriate title for this piece, please drop it in the comments:)
    Well this is something I wrote for #napowrimo
    And I kinda liked it...
    Prompt by brownhourpoetry on Instagram
    You can check this poem out on Instagram at my handle @irisinawhisper ... It's the national poetry month and I've been writing! So you can check it out too:)
    #miraquill #writersnetwork @miraquill
    @writersnetwork. #pod #wod

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    (haven't tilted it yet)

    I am 18, and trying to write poems that were not meant to be said from my mouth,
    Or to be written by my hand that doesn't know what it means to be happy when writing the word gay.
    Under the sky that took my breath away,
    I wonder; lost in dust and sand and tiny dew drops hoping to bloom into rare flowers.
    I sit back and watch my friends make merry under the midnight sun that rose in the artic circle.
    Watched borders of torn posters getting stuck on my nose tip and plants growing in places they weren't meant to.
    I lay back on my pillow that stole its own wool after I broke it, yes I broke it because broken things cannot be sewn, but torn things can be even if it leaves a scar.
    Breathing pieces of myself that I lost on my way,
    I tried to write revolution and love off my chest to make me a better poet.
    It watched me breathe and sighed in terror, because on occasions like these
    I often wiped my tears dry from my eyes and clawed at my skin,
    But today I was silent.
    I wouldn't budge because how many times have I wrote letters to people and left them on their doorstep?
    In my apartment that smells of my parents, my sister and food that dreams serve us on our table,
    The clock strikes 2. A. M. And melts away all my metaphors about you that made there way through me.
    From my window I can see birds perched on every head perfectly,
    Sucking blood that I couldn't write about.
    These young men and women have candle wax on their fingertips and locks dangling from their lips.
    These young men and women have clipped nails fallen from their hands with a pulsating heart.
    They have blind folds for eye sockets and tiny huts for a skull.
    " Do you want to sleep and never wake up again?"
    I shout from my balcony as they didn't know that torn posters are a breeding ground for a spiritual quagmire and we often leave our debris in them that are everywhere on my body.
    I always say that my belly is a butterfly graveyard,
    And yours a forgotten Atlantis.
    But I have my sediments adsorbed on the skin of your inner skin that keeps chanting my name,
    Because gravity and vacuum forgot to work there experiments on you and me.
    We have different fingerprints and so are our tongue prints because we have midnights stretched over our tongues,
    And each midnight is different with a star too far away to hold in our hands,
    But still near enough to trap itself in our pupils
    That were once filled with love,
    Now dead.
    ©a_franteen_writer

  • lilura_13 7w

    NaPoWriMo

    #napowrimo

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    Atrocities

    Rain drops
    and, dates in park
    Atrocities of a meandering heart,
    He grins loud
    And, she falls in love
    ©lilura_13