Napowrimo Poems - Poems about Napowrimo

...NaPoWriMo NaPoWriMo Day5 Ancient Shorts Ancient powers forever lost Mourn their passing When time stands still. Wander over hill and dale March along the......Read the rest...

...NaPoWriMo NaPoWriMo Day4 Adveristy Shorts Termination inbound on the day Ruminating over the cause Sudden pain caused by fellowship Heartstrings hand-pl......Read the rest...

...NaPoWriMo NaPoWriMo Day3 Echo Shorts Response Poem Looking down from the edge of the world, I hear screams and a cry for help; Wanting to reassure a ......Read the rest...

...NaPoWriMo NaPoWriMo Day2 Eloquence Shorts Many of the greats in poetry are said to be eloquent beings, Well-versed in language as well as the human mind, so......Read the rest...

...NaPoWriMo NaPoWriMoDay1 Carcass death time Death and life, Time slips past As one ends, yet another begins: Carcasses are left to rot, While their......Read the rest...

...One moment you are sitting still, the other you're not. The worst moment for anxiety to hit is probably when you least expect it. Can you expect it though? It waits for you to be weak, or to ......Read the rest...

...The walls piercing through their plaster, as if watching me, mocking me, there are four. I'm locked in a room and my demons are feeding on my mind. The bed shakes sometimes, and sometimes it ......Read the rest...

...Breathe in... ...2 ...1 ...Breathe out ......Read the rest...

...Can you breathe? The air passing you by, the moments too. The undesired quest of knowing and not knowing. The inability to rest. Can you smell? The bodies, rotten and dunked in blood......Read the rest...

...For those who alone did trot, waiting for a miracle to come, they often are not looking too, for a sign to pass them by. Done with the world, evading their shadows, holding it by the helve......Read the rest...

...They tell me not to read mythology and believe aimlessly what is forever told. Of the formation of this universe, the chaos that metamorphed into the sun, the stars, the planets, you and me.......Read the rest...

...In the quest of knowing and not knowing, the remembering is what baffles me profusely. For I shall never know what it holds for me and what it holds against my solemn self.......Read the rest...

...Can you hear the music echoing in the streets? There are voices too doleful to take no notice of. Can you hear them scream and crying in the streets? The......Read the rest...

...I don't know which type I am. The A type which is always ready to for an adventure, would want to talk on the phone and not really on the message Or the B type, the one who really lie low, lo......Read the rest...

...I've come to a halt. My body doesn't want to move, it is breathing out air, inhaling and exhaling but moving, no. It is done, I am done, my brain, my body, every nerve in my system is done. I......Read the rest...