#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.

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#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!

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 14: Whiff my broken hard and sold

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I always wander,
About dip loaf,
How dip can one bee,
Fall a gain, and a gain,
From all the miss stakes,
From all the hard brakes,

One can all ways fine it a gain,
Finding confidential,
Finding strange,
Finding treason,
Two all ways fine the puff a gain,

Is it plausible for me to be leaf,
Whiff my broken hard and sold.


#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 14: write a poem that incorporates homophones, homographs, and homonyms, or otherwise makes productive use of English’s ridiculously complex spelling rules and opportunities for mis-hearings and mis-readings.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 13: It was dusk

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It was dusk,
The sky colored in bright orange,
And dark purple on the horizon,

I was alone in the woods,
Walking towards uncertainties,
Not bravery but mostly stupidity,

The trees frightening,
With sneering barks,
And mocking roots,

The owls feast,
Taunting hoot,
Calling the undead,

The breeze chills,
I heard a whisper,
Close to my ear,

A woman’s voice,
As I ran faster,
The voice became louder,

Screaming for me,
Chasing me,
Catching up with me,

I fell down,
A figure approached,
Screeching mercilessly,

I couldn’t move,
Trembling and petrified,
By the malicious,
Whispering figure,
Of my destination.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 13: write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 12: But it bind my soul to stay

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I don’t own it,
It looks dull to everyone,
It was my everyday walk,
To the office from the nearest train,

The pavement worn out,
Covered with lush bushes,
Rows of ancient trees,
And couple of lovey-dovey birds,

It is the same walk everyday,
But it bind my soul to stay.

#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 12: write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object?