Short Napowrimo Poems

A hand full of bliss,
with life’s contentment, I 
woke up desolate....

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Echo of tu gnaw,
a ghastly pandemonium,
Prithee, kindly stop....

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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....

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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 helves.
For they don't need anyone to survive, 
they are whole in themselves....

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Breathe in...
                            ...2
                              ...1
                                
                                ...Breathe out
                      ...4
                    ...3
                  ...2
                ...1

Repeat...

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NaPoWriMo NaPoWriMoDay1 Carcass death time

Death and life, 
Time slips past
As one ends, yet another begins:
Carcasses are left to rot,
While their counterpart is all but forgot.
Yet why the difference in care,
Between mortality's apprentice
And life's most fair?...

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NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo Day4
Adveristy
Shorts

Termination inbound on the day
Ruminating over the cause
Sudden pain caused by fellowship

Heartstrings hand-plucked, wrought with strife
You take a bow, adversity on your fingertip
Perfectionist performance, chimerical display....

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NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo Day5
Ancient
Shorts

Ancient powers forever lost
Mourn their passing
When time stands still.
Wander over hill and dale
March along the river's edge
On no occasion to be found.
Again, sweet song sung by the water
Beauty's incarnation to see the light nevermore....

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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, soul, and heart.
Their legacy of distinct impressions;
Such aureate diction surely leaves the world a more vibrant, colorful place,
But at times I wonder: Do THEY leave this world more vibrant?...

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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 voices now deafening
           destroying the credence.

Can you feel their voices 
           calling out for help? 

The agony, the distress
          still calling, but now it's too late....

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She wandered alone, swam even
through the depths of her insolate
heart. A shiny blue metal did catch 
her off guard. The rebel in her,
trying to run and entrap the beauty
that surrounds. A true hodophile in
this respect. 	

The iron cast jamming her legs,
stopping her from the destiny unknown.
Unbeknownst to the surroundings, 
undeterred by the same, she’d loosen
the metal chain that drowns her,
she’ll jump again....

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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 tormented soul, I replied with a soothing tone,
An ache in my heart as I embrace it's suffering;
You found peace and comfort in yourself,
Leaving me behind, I fade away with a sigh;
I am always with you even if you do not see me,
I am always here for you even if you do not hear me....

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