NaNoWriMo sparked my interests, again, but I know can't attend this year. What about Jakebe's version, will there be another NaPoeWriMo this januari? Just curious..
Hiya all,
Chris here, heard from NaPoeWriMo from the lovely Yunage and decided to join in a little late for the fun.
So I'll try to post everyday and hope to get my poetry back, since I'm a lazy ass. Think it'll be a challenge to get something good out of me 30 days straight) well 27/28 or so at least ^^
Quickbit info:
Name: Chris
Nick: Darvanc
Age: 18
Style: Euhm... none? I just write my way I guess
Inspiration: Depressed stuff (hey everyone is at their best when they're sad), the day itself, fantasy, sex, life, a lot of stuff
and now a little question bit:
Where to post the first 2 poems? Cause there is the day-topic rule, so where post the ones before that? or just all in one comment in the day 3 -post?
Byebye
Chris here, heard from NaPoeWriMo from the lovely Yunage and decided to join in a little late for the fun.
So I'll try to post everyday and hope to get my poetry back, since I'm a lazy ass. Think it'll be a challenge to get something good out of me 30 days straight) well 27/28 or so at least ^^
Quickbit info:
Name: Chris
Nick: Darvanc
Age: 18
Style: Euhm... none? I just write my way I guess
Inspiration: Depressed stuff (hey everyone is at their best when they're sad), the day itself, fantasy, sex, life, a lot of stuff
and now a little question bit:
Where to post the first 2 poems? Cause there is the day-topic rule, so where post the ones before that? or just all in one comment in the day 3 -post?
Byebye
Seasons
Once the rain fell I cried
and shivered.
I still was me after the fall
before the winter
and during the spring.
The trees grew fat with green
and the weeds swayed in the breeze
the snow came down atop the grass
that yesterday smelled sweet with life.
Once the rain fell I cried
and shivered.
I still was me after the fall
before the winter
and during the spring.
The trees grew fat with green
and the weeds swayed in the breeze
the snow came down atop the grass
that yesterday smelled sweet with life.
While I'm not sure yet whether or not I'll actually be able to follow through with this, at least I'm getting my day 1 entry in with... err... 10 minutes to spare. Just enough time for a cheap little haiku. Sorry. :-) The intro:
Name: Steven Stadnicki
Nickname: I tend to go by 'Shaterri' in various online communities, and 'scruff' here and there, though that's more a user name than anything else.
Age: 35
Style: mostly doggerel haiku; occasionally other (rare) bits and pieces.
Story: Complicated and worth getting into. Later.
And a poem:
Name: Steven Stadnicki
Nickname: I tend to go by 'Shaterri' in various online communities, and 'scruff' here and there, though that's more a user name than anything else.
Age: 35
Style: mostly doggerel haiku; occasionally other (rare) bits and pieces.
Story: Complicated and worth getting into. Later.
And a poem:
On the horizon
White clouds and mountaintops make
A billowing sundae
- Current Mood:poetic
Name: Tobi Wolf
Nick Name: Well on LJ is wolfden, on yahoo is wolfie1019 and in real life I'm just Tobi
Age: 32
Style: Um. It depends. Mostly free form.
Story: I am a stay at home mom and I homeschool my 6.5 year old daughter. I also have several chronic health issues. They have had a major impact on my life and my views of the world. In high school and college I wrote a lot of poetry but as an adult not as much. I'm looking forward to that expressive, creative self finding a voice in my poems again. I am looking forward to this very much.
Sample: ( The BetrayalCollapse )
Nick Name: Well on LJ is wolfden, on yahoo is wolfie1019 and in real life I'm just Tobi
Age: 32
Style: Um. It depends. Mostly free form.
Story: I am a stay at home mom and I homeschool my 6.5 year old daughter. I also have several chronic health issues. They have had a major impact on my life and my views of the world. In high school and college I wrote a lot of poetry but as an adult not as much. I'm looking forward to that expressive, creative self finding a voice in my poems again. I am looking forward to this very much.
Sample: ( The BetrayalCollapse )
- Current Mood:
tired
Hi everyone, my name is Liz (busy91). I love to write poetry and was wondering if it is OK to cross post. I ask because I belong to 100poems (100 poems in 100 days).
I usually write free verse and my topics vary but are usually not very inspiring or heart warming -- just a warning.
Here is a sample, I wrote it yesterday. This one has sort of a rhyme scheme although my stuff usually does not.
Come Quietly
Come quietly, come death
in a cloud of cold breath
to the window to the door
scratching the surface
down to the core
Pain is released into the air
for all to feel, for none to fear
Why do we worry
when the light fades
as stillness advances
and emptiness invades
until we no longer see
the desperation of night
or fear the end of time
as we step into the light.
I usually write free verse and my topics vary but are usually not very inspiring or heart warming -- just a warning.
Here is a sample, I wrote it yesterday. This one has sort of a rhyme scheme although my stuff usually does not.
Come Quietly
Come quietly, come death
in a cloud of cold breath
to the window to the door
scratching the surface
down to the core
Pain is released into the air
for all to feel, for none to fear
Why do we worry
when the light fades
as stillness advances
and emptiness invades
until we no longer see
the desperation of night
or fear the end of time
as we step into the light.
- Current Mood:
exhausted
Okay, I've decided in the past few days that I'd like to take this challenge. It's actually been years since I've written creatively, but I've missed that part of myself and wish to reawaken it. I have old journals of poetry lying around, some of it really, really bad, and some of it, well, some of it was published in local creative writing journals, but I'm not sure what that says. :)
Anyway, good luck to everyone!
Name: Tracy
Nicknames: Earthsis, Namaste
Age: 26
Style: freeform, metered, sonnet, you name it.
Story: (see above)
Sample's gonna have to wait until after tomorrow. :)
Anyway, good luck to everyone!
Name: Tracy
Nicknames: Earthsis, Namaste
Age: 26
Style: freeform, metered, sonnet, you name it.
Story: (see above)
Sample's gonna have to wait until after tomorrow. :)
Briefly Enough
Let's go sit on marbled steps
warmed by the not-yet-summer sun,
and talk trash about strangers
while on the lawn,
little groups, promising
future engineers
get surreptitiously high.
I'll have a maple leaf
to twirl and stare at
in case we get too serious,
like we always do.
It could all be said right
here, amid the dishes
and unopened mail, but then
the corners catch the secret
stings, and today
would take months to dissipate.
Let's go sit on marbled steps
warmed by the not-yet-summer sun,
and talk trash about strangers
while on the lawn,
little groups, promising
future engineers
get surreptitiously high.
I'll have a maple leaf
to twirl and stare at
in case we get too serious,
like we always do.
It could all be said right
here, amid the dishes
and unopened mail, but then
the corners catch the secret
stings, and today
would take months to dissipate.
- Current Mood: hungry
- Current Music:Rise Against - Anywhere But Here
Name: Hollie
Nick: Grevola
Age: 20
Style: Mostly free-verse/vomit-poetry, though structure creeps in once in a while.
Story: Currently I'm working on BAs in Spanish Literature and Math. I've been writing poetry on and off forever. I'd like to get published someday, so thoughtful critique is greatly appreciated.
WINDMILLS
(For Andrew)
Lanky, and weather worn
Tiered as time and left behind
Like an island not washed away
By the creeping of the sea
But he would chase down windmills
For the honor of a serving girl
And his madness kept him sane
The last of the great horsemen
The wind is the only one that knows
Where the old dieing hero goes
When his mighty steed is an old bag of bones
And his giants are all become windmills
Nick: Grevola
Age: 20
Style: Mostly free-verse/vomit-poetry, though structure creeps in once in a while.
Story: Currently I'm working on BAs in Spanish Literature and Math. I've been writing poetry on and off forever. I'd like to get published someday, so thoughtful critique is greatly appreciated.
WINDMILLS
(For Andrew)
Lanky, and weather worn
Tiered as time and left behind
Like an island not washed away
By the creeping of the sea
But he would chase down windmills
For the honor of a serving girl
And his madness kept him sane
The last of the great horsemen
The wind is the only one that knows
Where the old dieing hero goes
When his mighty steed is an old bag of bones
And his giants are all become windmills
Comments
This is really nice. "The trees grew fat with green"-- I like that a lot.