Changing Winds - Day 13 I've been good for a while Got my roses in a row And the cherries aren't as sour As the other springs before And the gentle peaches pull the branches Up! Then down they go. Down they go To the dandelion below. What a weary weed Simple in her sway. Yet when winds picks up She's flushed and blown away. Sort of like the taste of cherries berries, cream, and all things good: Here for a while But never here to stay.

Day 4 - Sweet Notes Days tasted like haze before. Like the last few drips of soda Or the slight height of getting older Or last night's last bite of cake in the morning. Then without warning You came. Like the salt in caramel, Like some song finally remembered: Sweet notes. Like some boy slipping you a love letter, His ballad on your brain: Sweet notes. If my life were a singer Then surely you're her Prima Voce: Her sweet notes.

Alone - Day 2 I celebrated the coming Moths And their fuzzy bodies As day dimmed and skies grew grey Like they hairs of a willow after May's winds have taken what's left of spring To where it's warm ways hide. No more false hellos and secret hate. That's the day's business. Here; as those spotted angels leave their dust On walls and windows Here; as they tumble down desks like stones off cliff sides Here; As they cling to foot and hand like snowy highland climbers Here; I am free to be alone. I am free to be. #napowrimo

Definitely felt that need to basically add a moral to my poem and I still feel it a lot but I'm always like "who am I to say do this or do that? I don't even know the right answer lol." so I try to focus on feelings instead.

If there's a limit on the amount of donuts you can eat I haven't found it yet lol. 6 is probably the best though

I definitely feel that pressure sometimes being poc and queer and I've written some poems about these personal issues that I CRINGE at lol. Mainly cos I'm trying too hard and it's not coming naturally. I'll defo give that thread a look.

My time has come... -Cassie from Euphoria. I would KILL to see that girl happy. -Sayaka Miki from Madoka Magica cos corruption arc and I think she killed two misoginists on a bus. -Jinx from Arcane. Love the truama lol -Issa and Molly from Insecure. Best best friends of all time love em both. Shit should prolly throw in a book lol! Carmilla Carnstein from Carmilla cos GAY! -Jayfeather from Warriors. You know why. -Barbara from Gotham cos I just love an badass woman. Can't help myself and -Vanya from Umbrella Academy cos mood. Bonus Round Cherry or whatever from Riverdale. I have not watched the show. I won't. but this (skip to 3:07): cheryl 5x16 scenes 1080HD it's art and it's iconic.

Honestly you kinda stole my answer right out of my mind lol😅. I'd definitely love a resurgence of romantic era type poetry. It's pretty much my favorite period of poetry. Also more folklore and fairy tales and mythology please!

A reminder that I need to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer haha. Also this song as really good so I'm stealing it for my playlist😅

Well that's given me a lot to think about. I guess I would still consider it poetry and I wouldn't be too disappointed if a robot wrote a really beautiful poem. Idk why a poetry robot is a thing or what the goal of one is but technically it would be poetry. This has given me an idea for a poem though😂😂

Take care of yourself and get well soon!

I'm kind of a loose canon creatively so it really depends on the deadline. It would defo make my work less good though since I won't have as much time t edit. Even when I have all the time in the world I still make such dumb mistakes lol😭

Okay this one's really good❤️It's about growing up and gaining independence right? That's how I read it anyway. Good Job!😁

I'd love to love in this world of yours. It's such a lovely poem! 😁

Day 6 || The owlet and the sun I knew a little owlet once That dreamed of seeing the golden moon And watched the silver starlets dance And sang his simple boon. “I croon for you, my golden moon! That drowns within the water’s gush. For nothing here could make me swoon Aside from knowing your golden touch.” But as the rays of sunshine peaked And amber warmth began to creep He nestled under mother’s beak “But not today.” And fell asleep.

Day 3 || I can’t remember this color but the rhyme is ringing a bell for some reason... It’s the shine of paper under summer light And the gowns of doctors when you don’t feel right. It’s the milk cats lap upon a freezing night And the drifting clouds that tug upon my kite. It’s the rising sun that makes the daytime bright, Or the rain that twinkles and falls out of sight, It’s our mouthy bones we use to tear and bite. It’s a vibrant colour that we all call- We call it- … Shit.

Hey sorry just wanted to ask if where we're supposed to post the napowrimo2021 poetry if we use the prompts?

Day 2 || The Baker Beatrice baked her loaves of bread Lips puffing on a pipe And waits as hot coals blistered red And buns grow brown and ripe. She smoked so much the kitchen’s grey With clouds that rise and grow And left her loaves to burn away For how could Beatrice know?

@Adam Gary This is so good! A nice short poem😁

Fairy tales and mythology pretty much for me. Anything that feels other worldly and magical is my jam.