#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 21: Another night, another sleep

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Another night, another sleep,
Another crazy unwanted dreams,

I remember when I fell,
To an endless void,
And woke up,

I remember when I feel,
A knife stabbing me,
And woke up,

I remember the lustful passion,
Between strangers,
And woke up,

I remember the unexpected jump scare,
From the creatures lurking in darkness,
And woke up,

I remember the daylight desire,
Tasting the unreachable,
And woke up.

I remember I dreamed,
But all lost as I woke up.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 21:  write a poem that, like The Color of Pomegranates and “City That Does Not Sleep,” incorporates wild, surreal images. Try to play around with writing that doesn’t make formal sense, but which engages all the senses and involves dream-logic.

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#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 20: I still remember too

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She came to me,
Asked me a question,
Where are we now?

I couldn’t give her the answer immediately,
A silent pause while looking her in the eyes,
With a deep breath,

I’m sorry,
I never thought that I will be in this pathetic state,
Where my heart couldn’t work properly,

She looked at me and gave a quiet smile,
I know this might not be right time,
I want to fulfill all the promises we made,

I still remember,
“I’ll be together with you even tomorrow is my last day on Earth”,
I still remember too.


#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 20: write a poem that “talks.” What does that mean? Well, take a look at this poem by Diane Seuss. While it isn’t a monologue, it’s largely based in spoken language, interspersed with the speaker/narrator’s own responses and thoughts. Try to write a poem grounded in language as it is spoken – not necessarily the grand, dramatic speech of a monologue or play, but the messy, fractured, slangy way people speak in real life.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 19: A bug came down

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A bug came down,
Eating ferns greedily,
Having it joyfully,
Knowing likely,
Most Nepenthes old,
Possibly quiet,
Rarely seen today,
Under violent weather,
Xantus yawned zealously.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 19: write an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet. You could write a very strict abecedarian poem, in which there are twenty-six words in alphabetical order, or you could write one in which each line begins with a word that follows the order of the alphabet.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 18: To the soul named Ally

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To the soul named Ally,
This is the reality you can’t deny,
Your wish since you were little,
Finally came and you finally settled,

You wanted to do so many things,
But now what will the future brings,
You told me you want to believe,
That your words stays when you leave,

You left this world your words,
You lifted up your curses,
No longer the prisoner of your mind,
Released from your bind,

You will not be forgotten,
And hope your burden now lighten.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 18: write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be a “fun” prompt, but loss is one of the most universal and human experiences, and some of the world’s most moving art is an effort to understand and deal with it.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 17: The lonely old moon (Haiku)

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Far away from Earth,
Too big to be unnoticed,
The lonely old moon.


#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 17: write a poem that similarly presents a scene from an unusual point of view. Perhaps you could write a poem that presents Sir Isaac Newton’s discovery from the perspective of the apple. Or the shootout at the OK Corral from the viewpoint of a passing vulture. Or maybe it could be something as everyday as a rainstorm, as experienced by a raindrop.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 15: What time it is?

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What time it is?
Is it morning?
Or lunch time?
Or perhaps dinner?

Oh I’m pretty sure it’s not Fall,
What am I talking about?
It is definitely December,
There are no flowers around,

What time it is?
Is it dawn?
Or it is midday?
Definitely not twilight,

Oh silly,
I have no idea,
I have tried many ways,
From the shadow of a stick to digital,

What time it is?
Because I need to watch the time.


#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 15: write your own dramatic monologue. It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, of course, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker” of your poem, and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem.

Happy writing!