Quotes and Poetry on napowrimo

#napowrimo, #nationalpoetrymonth, #nationalpoetrywritingmonth, #poem, #poetry,

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

#napowrimo, #nationalpoetrymonth, #nationalpoetrywritingmonth, #poem, #poetry,

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

#haiku #napowrimo 24th April

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

era_writes 5w

#napowrimo

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

Photo By errol flanagan on Unsplash

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sameerved 5w

@miraquill @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld #miraquill #writernetwork #poetry #NaPoWriMo #abandon #destruction #vanadalise #touch #footprints #cologne #you #me #poem

[ 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

#napowrimo, #nationalpoetrymonth, #nationalpoetrywritingmonth, #poem, #poetry,

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

#napowrimo, #nationalpoetrymonth, #nationalpoetrywritingmonth, #poem, #poetry,

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

#napowrimo, #nationalpoetrymonth, #nationalpoetrywritingmonth, #poem, #poetry

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

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
.
//Write an abecedarian poem//
.
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

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.
.
.
.
#napowrimoindia #napowrimo #napowrimo2022 #napowrimoxnidhscraps #napowrimo #letsescapril #escapril #walk #remember #nofilter #sohyderabad #whatsuphyderabad #thingstodoinhyderabad #poetry #poetrycommunity #poemsofig #poemsheals #poemislife #poemsporn #poemsindia #poemsbyme #poetsofinstagram #queernapowrimo2022

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

#napowrimo #5thapril

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.
.
.
.
#napowrimo #napowrimo2022

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

#napowrimo #haiku #Arpril4th

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

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

Photo By Gelatin on Unsplash

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lilura_13 7w

#NaPoWriMo #April3rd

Garland

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

hamallaxmi 7w

Day 2
.
//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

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

#Napowrimo #mother #ammi #mom #maa #selflesscare #unconditionallove

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

(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

Atrocities

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