#napowrimo day 19

[amalgamationink]

#Prompt: write about something that scared you as a child and still does a bit as an adult. #I will not be elaborating further at this time! Thank you for your understanding. #napowrimo #poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #spilled ink #writeblr #napowrimo 2023 #violet.txt #napowrimo day 19

[dobaara]

A FIVE-STEP PLAN TO PREPARE YOURSELF (WITH ZERO CASUALTIES) BY S.R.

#wanted to write about anticipatory grief while also using today's aka day 19's prompts: ‘(cause)’ #my writing #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #poetscommunity #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetry #prose #words #poetblr #litblr #writeblr #spilled poem #spilled ink #spilled words #spilled thoughts

[torrentialmonsoon]

i've been searching for you behind lavender and sunflower fields, behind tulip and peony valleys, behind snapdragon and zinnia farms. i've been searching for you in various gardens but your heart was planted elsewhere.

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[salovie]

Vampire Nightmares

It was fun playing backyard hero,

making monsters out of molehills,

shrieking victory by day—

but when the room went dark,

the blanket became

my only shield

to hide my

tasty

neck.

#poetry #spilled ink #NaPoWriMo #napowrimo2023 #nonet #prompt #write a poem about something that scared you as a kid #I don’t usually title my poems but I felt like this one needed a title #anyone else do this? I couldn’t sleep as a kid unless my covers were to my chin because otherwise the vampires could get me!! #I made it 19 days into April before writing a nonet?? wild

[beautifleye]

Hunt

For the life of me Understanding of my disease escapes thee Fighting for TikTok regulation Vote for the bill that increases our funding Unable to reach out to you formerly Many smoking mirrors deterring my movement forward As my legislator My concerns should resonate Perhaps the fader needs to be eliminated Clearly excavating emails and phone calls from constituents Campaign promises…

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[writinginnorthnorfolk]

The Landing at the Top of the Stairs

My five year old self sits on the toilet, door open so I can see the top flight of stairs inhabited by shadows from a skylight. There’s a closed door at the end of the twilight; escaping from the keyless lock is sunlight full of dust motes that float. I am torn between a monster in the plumbing that I know is coming and the unknown behind the door. I’ve never pulled the chain before, believing…

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[rustbeltjessie]

Rust Belt Jessie’s NaPoWriMo 2023 Prompts: #19

playlist

Do you know what I love even more than musicals? Maybe even more than—or at least as much as—poetry? Playlists (and their old-school kin, mix tapes and mix CDs). Specifically the making of playlists (for spinning on air—I’ve done both radio and podcasts; for playing in a live setting—yeah, I’ve done the DJ-in-a-bar thing, too; for posting online) and mix tapes and CDs. And I’ve always found that there’s some kinship between poetry and playlists—in the sense of a poem being sort of like a song, and when I’m gathering poems together and deciding what order they should go in, whether for a reading (which is sorta like creating a playlist for a DJ gig), or for a chap/book (which is sorta like making a mix tape).

I’m not the only poet who feels this way. I have seen Hanif Abdurraqib say that he approaches putting together a book of poetry like putting together a mix tape (unfortunately, I can’t find the exact quote), and I recently read Lynn Melnick’s first book of prose—I’ve Had to Think Up a Way to Survive (which is, in itself, structured like a playlist), and came across this passage:

Why do people make playlists? To weed out the filler? To create their dream album? Control? To me, making a playlist is like ordering a book of poems; the story changes depending on how you arrange it—where it begins, where it ends, and all the little feats of magic that happen in between.

Obviously, I’m not trying to suggest you put together a book of poems in one day (though, if you are currently working on arranging a book or chapbook, consider this prompt to be a bit of timely advice!), but, as per usual, there’s a couple ways you could go with this:

Create a playlist, or pull up one of your favorites that you’ve made in the past, or one of your faves that someone else made. Listen to it, and write a poem inspired by it in some way.

Write a list poem, with each section representing a real or imagined song on a (real or imagined) playlist.

Recommended reading:

You Being Boss of the Playlist (by Alina Ştefănescu; the page also has a playlist-inspired poetry exercise on it, which is slightly different from my suggestions, and is worth checking out for further, or future, inspiration)

Track List for a Mix Tape I Will Never Give My Crush (by Jessie Lynn McMains; oops, I did it—and by that I mean, included one of my own poems—again)

(This exercise is from my ebook of NaPoWriMo prompts, which can be found here.)

#napowrimo #glopowrimo #writing prompts #poetry #playlist #napowrimo 2023 #jessie lynn mcmains

[guns-wanderingsoul]

Source: Found Poetry from Page 19 of The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson.

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[astoryscribbler]

NaPoWriMo - Day 19

Sugar and Wine

How sweet you used to be, love.

All sugar and light

Bright and innocent and pure.

Too sweet for my palate

But I couldn't refuse another taste

Another touch, another kiss

Risking cavities for one more bite. 

Now look how they have burned you.

Sugar smoking into treacle,

Until there’s layers of bitter scents

Mixed amongst that sweetness I adore.

Pluck the grapes and press

Hide them away in darkness to ferment

And the wine will be deep and rich

And unrecognisable

From the fresh, sweet, perfectly ripe

Innocent grape

The flavour you bring now is heavy

Sticking to my tongue

Until you’re all I can taste

Biting bitterness and stinging sweet

Mixing down, down, down

Among layers of smoke and pain and need.

I will drown in you as you sour

And thank you for the meal

Yes. This bitter sweet flavour

suits you much better

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[mbfrezon]

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NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 19

sitting with daffodils • no words from either of us • I painted, they glowed.

#daffodils #dothework #garden #haiku #mailbox #NaPoWriMo #pleinair #pleinairpainting #poem #poetry #process #watercolor #watercolorpainting #weather

[secretsinthedarkthepodcast]

NaPoWriMo (2024) Day 19: Haunted

#napowrimo Probably one of my favourite poems I have written this time.

Today’s prompt wants us to ponder on what haunts us. When I was 3, I never stepped foot in a darkened roomScared that a shapeless manWould be standing around the cornerWatchingThat darkness will hold things, That unaware, little meWill not be able to handle.As I grew I had other fearsOne of lossThe friends that I have gainedCarefully crafted my imageThat I have kept so meticulously by my…

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[dobaara]

empty. 08/19. S.R.

transcript under the cut:-

[ID/ black text on a white background. the title "empty" is written the font modern no. 20 and the rest of the poem is written in arial.

empty

a broken newspaper. a tired frame of paintings. the shorts I wore yesterday seared my thighs blue. my chest is red because I ate strawberries ten minutes ago. I fill water in your promises. some blue some red some green. they manage to hold out and until ten minutes before you come they break.

my shoulders are wrapped around and beneath me when i look outside that afternoon. I fall onto the floor when I realize there is no seat. I wake up embraced by soil and I feel it is the only tangible thing around me. In the evening I go out for coffee and drink up empty cups. I go dancing that night and sink my teeth into fullness and rip it apart, only to be held back by a hand on my thigh and waist. fullness escapes by a single molar and it takes away my first two ribs along with it.

And emptiness holds me close. its embrace feels weightless as if I am embracing a cloud. there might be multiple variants. the one I have is a stubborn mistress, always running back to me, giving me nights of haze and pleasure, and sneaking into my closet by day. I carry it out in my bags and she finds others until I get off my shift. I remove some parts of myself and mold them into something easier to hold and be held by.

I want to hold and be held by something other than the bodies that sway in a consistent rhythm. I want to be torn apart by bodies on a heatwave night where the radio reports a documented death of emptiness at the bridge five kilometers away from my house, one which is an open and shut case. I want to be torn apart by fullness and feast on it as if it were my last meal alive.

— S.R.

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[pattytacuri]

Happy Poetry Day! Napowrimo-Day 19

Hip Dysplasia still haunts me I’m in pain but still cute

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[authormarialberg]

What to Expect Here at Experience Writing this April

I apologize for being away so long, but I took a wonderful vacation to Puerto Vallarta, and returned with COVID-19. I’m only now beginning to feel like I have a functioning brain again, and that’s only for a short part of the day. When I’m feeling all better, I should have beautiful pictures, and writing from my trip to share which will most likely sneak into my poems and posts this NaPoWriMo. I…

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[mabhsavage]

NaPoWriMo Day 19: Rag Pile

I didn’t want to go straight back to work After the holiday So many memories Still waiting to be processed After a long day We sleep Our brains do Their filing cabinet thing What’s working memory What’s long term Well Not mine, not so much But somethings going on in there Where’s the weekly version Where’s the love version The long break after a week of absorbing New…

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[beautifleye]

Haunt

It’s the whispers I hear as I climb the mountain Thoughts of not making the mark All of their struggle To be torn apart All my fault rings in my head Making it a priority to look more into the secrecy No one spoke about it outside of my family Shunned sometimes labeled rude Gaining momentum on what was happening Blood flow increased Cramps released sharp pains Debilitating motions…

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