Share Your NaPoWriMo 2022 Poems

A poem from my part as a token of love in NaPoWriMo!

Now fireflies adorn mine poesy... Now fireflies adorn mine poesy, in this wakeful dark night For thou- O beloved, as thy thoughts ne’er reach me; Intense which were, by luxuriant wave of love Which if gathered in care, shall restyle heaven’s elixir; Do remind me they, those elegant days of passion Titivating mine vision, to a gentle wave of bliss. With crystals on her belly, as pious as thy heart In motion, smoothing her bright lustre each day All pain did cease, in darling's sacred eyne As if fashioned since ages, overseeing love’s legend. Thy loveliness in her smile, as young roses of May Art mighty before winds, which seeks to rob all joy. Golden chariot of thine, cushioned by divine hands- Would mourn if pains thou, O fine Aphrodite’s charm. Dulcet nightingale, or a bluebird of paradise Perchance pines for the secret, of thy sheer perfection. Thy arrival’s a tumult, of tender elegance as the Sun Rising in the wake of winter’s dead veil. O winters! O winters! Why gazing o’er us? Erotic essence of our song, is loosing now tis’ words. Aloud in alfresco, autumn’s adoring eternity Now's haunted by the whispers of omen long dead- On divinity unmatched, the seed of all disaster; Which albeit had to be, the seed to endless love. Listen! O inane people, all worship art to God, Who imparts tale of love, awaiting us to imbibe The glory of grandeur emotions, foretelling unity to grow. Narrow doors of sanity, never let in boundless nights- This fair fervour when blooms, tis’ devoured by time & now fireflies adorn mine poesy, in this wakeful dark nights, I await ink to dry out, for Master’s pleasant sight. -R.G.

Everything Is True

We live in the same country, the same town.

We met in Waterstones when you picked up

my bestselling novel and I said you had good taste.

You bought me the book of poetry I’d picked up

and asked me out. We went to Costa where you

drank hazelnut coffee, your favourite,

and I drank hot chocolate, my favourite.

You laughed at all my jokes and enjoyed my poetry

and didn’t look at another woman while we were there.

We fell in love in Costa and I knew it was love

because I am capable of loving.

We moved in together a month later, bought

a big white house in the good part of town

with a huge garden with the greenest grass

and flowers that bloomed all year round.

You said the garden is perfect for a dog

and we bought a husky puppy because you love huskies

and I got two guinea pigs because you’re not allergic.

You said being with you suited me,

that we suited each other. In the evenings,

you play video games and I read,

leaning against your warm body.

We dance in the kitchen to Taylor Swift

but only her happy songs because we’re happy,

happier than we’ve ever been. I wear your shirts

and hoodies because they’re so soft and remind me of you.

You propose with a book of poetry, not a ring,

and you’re excited to call me you’re wife.

You’re not in love with someone else.

I still believe everything you say and I trust you.

Did I tell you everything is true?

Do you still believe me?

You still believe I trust you?

New Beginning that Never Happen

Trigger Warning: Mentions of religion

About a year ago,from this day

I left the job I hated,and now

I'm in a job I like,poetry

Is now in question,I remember

When I came here,I had a book

Working on,now due to very

Unfortunate events,unsure

If poetry book is in the cards

Now,maybe that is the point

Of experimentation

More breathing room to try new

Things and write when there's something

Worth mentioning,there's enough

Poems about life,love and

Favorite topics to write,so

Many talks about approach

Life and trying to make sense

Many Hollywood Celebs

In spotlight,so then why am

I still here??? To be yes man

Yes lord,yes your majesty

Everyone saids "God has a plan for you"

If I'm mistaken so did I.

Unlike Christianity

God,politics,religions

Relationships,hell,even

Humanity itself,art

Never lie to me,express

What I need to express or

Get out of this life,been dead

For very long time,likely

For all of my childhood

Wasted on dramas,abstractions

Since that's what the Bible is

Four years on self improvement Yet,never equated to

What my whole being always

Wanted,you took my dreams a

Way,the one thing I love,when

You took that from me,you made

An enemy,by stabbing

Hope in the face,like you care

Love hurts enough to be hate

Scar for eternity,life

Ended before it started

Does this mean poetry did too?????????????????????

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Side Note: I usually don't like to write this kind of content,since I did this alot in my early early days of poetry.

Talking about life,or self help content.

Today felt needed as I've notice I've grown bitter lately and as of right now,poetry is the one outlet I can express what I'm really feeling.

With that said,thank you all who have contributed to this experience.

Its always cool to be around Covers.

And if theres an available opportunity I can make it too,I'm happy to swing by.

See you all very soon and as someone once said: "Happy Writing".

here's a bonus Haiku:

Siesta time

in ten mimutes

- I'll need to piss

30th April

It is with a sense of bittersweet

melancholy

I write this final NaPoWriMo.

It could have been a dry well of inspiration day

after 29 days of inky perspiration.

Is there a part of my brain

now dedicated to only metaphor and simile?

perhaps a place I didn't use before.

I hope that now it won't lie dormant

full of unwanted vocabulary.

Will obscure poetry forms

recede to the back of my memory?

Will poetry prompts continue to clutter

my Instagram feed?

and will I continue to write even if I don't feel it's necessary?

Well for now.

I'll forget about that

and finish this craft beer

before it gets warm and flat.

Museum (a haiku inspired by Rachel's prompt: Imagine your heart is a museum. Take the reader on a journey through the museum.).

...And here is my heart.

This is where I fell in love.

That's why it's broken.

The Shortest Summer

It was the last summer I rode my bike,

maybe 2003, the summer of blue skies,

ice creams so cold they cured my sunburn

and, dear god, the summer holidays lasted

for ten years

when our neighbour stopped leaving her house.

I wish I could tell you her name,

what she looked like,

the colour of her eyes,

her accent,

if she was left handed.

I’ll call her Mrs Smith because, really, why not?

and Mrs Smith stopped answering the phone,

would leave the door unanswered as if the handle

itself wouldn’t let her go if she touched it,

as if the house contained the only air on Earth

and she would surely die outside

where the outside is so very big

and she promised she was fine and she was eating

though she stopped feeding the birds in the garden.

I swear, the birds gave up on her,

stopped nesting in her tree, the tree that stopped

blooming though I don’t think trees really bloom.

It was the summer I realised I didn’t have any friends,

not really, not ever, not friends to call

when my home burned down, not friends to call

to talk me off a ledge, the summer I realised butterflies

shouldn’t survive inside you, that other people at school

answered the teacher without feeling sick.

And it wasn’t summer at all,

not ever, not Mrs Smith who was sent home from work,

holding her uniform to her chest, rocking in a chair

that wasn’t built to be rocked. Her oldest daughter

found her crying, crying, crying…

It was never summer, never Mrs Smith.

I think it must have been winter 2006 maybe

when Mum broke down and I learned to walk

on eggshells and I learned it’s not normal

to walk on eggshells and I haven’t stopped

walking on eggshells since. And it was summer,

the shortest summer,

when I started crying, crying, crying…

and promised I was fine.

Box

Nothing changes here,

blank walls uninspired spaces.

If only they were trees

and their leaves turned

green red yellow

falling.

Perhaps I can arrange the books,

their broken spines like this:

brown/seed green/shoot yellow/bud red/flower

so I don't forget

the movement of the seasons.

Perhaps I'll discover curious animals

hiding amongst the pages,

between faded words,

under folded corners.

Give me the music of a constant stream

tiny bells

the polishing of stones,

instead of drip

drip

drip

drip

drip of the broken tap,

in the kitchen.

And give me the vision of glittering Orion

instead of cracks

in the ceiling.

Wish I Never Existed Anymore

Warning: Harmful language,mentions of suicide and death

I'm done with life

I'm done with things

I'm done speak king

Words none listen

To,blind by their

Own bias,code

Green symbols

Digitized

Whole world sees

Fake broadcast

Fake humans

Fake message

"I want to help you"

And charges freaking

Premium for course

"I will give you this

For x amount of time"

Then take away when

Its not making cash,

Sink titanic,not

Realize same person

That brought you in all

So can kick you out

"I think you have potential"

"How old are you?"

"You have bright future ahead of you"

Oh here's a good one:

"Doing THIS,is the easy way out"

FUCK YOU TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Minimize painful experience

Nor saying "ITS NORMAL"

Especially when mental

Health deteriorate every second

Shows intentions don't

REALLY LISTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!they just pretend they do...........

With blanket statements and

Inspirational messages gifting

Customers a fallacy

Smack head on floor in gymnasium

Makes me wonder if my death

Is the decimal at the end of museum

Decent vs Non Repent

You twisted dang hypocrite

Said you'll save fragile princess

Swing excalibur, hit crit

Horde enemies in excess

Disrupting mana access

Damaging integrity

Forever iniquity

A Haiku on a Bad Day

It's cooler today.

I needed my favourite sweatshirt.

I miss the sunshine.

A few SciFaiku

1.

Approaching a black hole -

thoughts are moving

slower than fingers

2.

Nothing

big bang

universe

3.

Neil Armstrong

one small step

... oops forgot the words!

4.

Weightless -

no diet Coke

in zero gravity

At This Very Moment

people are

buying groceries

trying on a new dress

planting flowers

meeting someone new

stepping off a plane somewhere warm

stepping off a plane somewhere cold

stepping off a plane anywhere else

filling their car with petrol

laughing at a meme

making a cup of tea

checking the time

sending an email

eating chips in a pub with a friend

texting a friend

calling a friend

checking a friend’s Instagram

living, not knowing you’re gone.

Found Photo Of A Dog I Didn’t Know

In the street

next to a bin

lay the photo of a dog,

an Alsatian.

Somehow it had escaped the garbage

like a dog might escape the dog catcher.

A German Shepherd

eyes as brown as Earth,

tongue like a piece of bacon

rolling from its mouth.

I’ll never know its name

or if it is a boy or a girl.

But I know someone loved it

and it loved them.

I adopted it, in a way

and now its stuck to my fridge,

with magnets amongst a jumble

of other memories.

Every day when I come home

I’ll see it-

the dog I never knew.

Tombstone

Touch a wall

Just only

Imagine

Concrete walk

Nothing feel

Nor attract

Drain out all

Energy

Til soulless

Photograph

Arrive at a cityscape

Stand on these rooftops

Look out,families

Happy,couples holding

Hands,bros eating a meal

Together,children pick

Up from school,people in

Costumes with director

Saying "QUIET ON SET" and

It ain't metaphorical

Joy appears everlasting

Without me in their lives

Peace and harmony live

In restoration

Confirmative,story

Ended long time ago