#napowrimo day 1

[amalgamationink]

the thinking machine

i want to stop being an architect that doesn't build anything, planning and planning until the bureaucratic red tape ties my hands and covers my mouth. i want to create things that are true, not rehearsed, not polished so bright that they blind you to the fact that they're not saying anything. i want to be honest -- to say the things that i feel in the hopes that maybe someone else has felt them. i want to create stuff that makes others feel seen without stripping all of myself out of them. i want to stop relying on cliche. i want to take risks. i want to create a self-portrait. i want to create something beautiful, something raw and real and original. i want to be uncomfortable. i want to stop disappearing. i want to recognise myself in what i write and be proud that it was me that wrote it. i want to make art and not care if anyone likes it. i want to create. i want to create. i want to create.

#prompt: pick one of these book covers and write a poem based on it. i picked the thinking machine. #napowrimo #poetry #spilled ink #napowrimo 2023 #damien.txt #napowrimo day 1

[azure-scribbler]

Day 1

Love the world, they say

Like it's nothing,

Like it's easy, like breathing,

Say that to an asthmatic, and we'll talk

How can you love the world when...

Yes, wars and crimes are an unfortunate reality

Yes, depression is trending and anxiety more common

But a vice doesn't mean it's all rot

The world works towards no hunger and more love

We work towards new technology to improve lives

A friend becomes family, and your children call him chacha

We fight a fatal pandemic, and come out stronger

The best people are not free of vice

And yet we love them.

Their vices should be addressed and overcome,

But overcoming requires the goodness of your love.

Hate doesn't make anyone better,

Only love does, love fights hate, and changes the world

Hate doesn't fight hate, it multiplies.

So, love the world

Love because it's lovely

Love because love will make it better.

(Been a while)

#napowrimo #napowrimo 2024 #NaPoWriMo Day 1 #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #writing #creative writing #spilled ink #words words words #poetblr

[trickstersaint]

alchemical // april 1 2024

#prompt: change of state #HELLO EVERYBODY!!!! HAPPY ESCAPRIL!!!!!! #poetry #poems about being trans #poems about being nonbinary #escapril #escapril 2024 #napowrimo #poem #poems #poets on tumblr #poems and poetry #poetsandwriters #escapril day 1

[torrentialmonsoon]

petrichor breathes awakening my soul as morning dew kisses diphylleia grayis and middlemist reds. even my himalayan blue poppies and musk larkspurs bow with salaam upon your arrival. - you complete my garden in spring

#poetry #napowrimo #day 1 #the art of book covers prompt #i chose my garden in spring by e a bowles #napowrimo2023

[kaftan]

imagine a landscape devoid of snow.

imagine a mountain lion.

imagine claws

carding

the down

on an unseasonal

robin.

imagine the robin’s nest

force-of-oblivion

high-tree-perch

shuddering-ly still

brown / stark / forever

imagine knowing a thing or two about mountain lions.

there is a textbook, somewhere, in a high school

classroom, somewhere, with a mountain lion on its cover.

pages unpecked.

whiteness searing the sky for miles around.

#napowrimo #day 1 #long post #i was going to say something self deprecating about my followers 'putting up with' poetry posting. but i won't. #you are on the napowrimo train with me! enjoy.

[mimiswitchywrites]

@mercuriian

#from a prompt list from 2022 #poetry #poet #napowrimo #poetry prompts #day 1

[spilledthoughtsandink]

like beeswax  i am melting in your hands i can’t help it  you can mold me into any shape  but beware or i might slip through your fingers like water  – change of state

#napowrimo #day 1

[existentialbackpain]

To you April,

Nothing seems to have changed since you went to sleep.

I still look to you

anticipation

For change?

Maybe when I wake up,

From the deep slumber,

Like you,

I will see a bed of sehmal

and the deceivingly beautiful Manjarali.

You woke April,

Woken me up too now.

Tell me

Where to look,

to the past,

or just straight ahead,

Imagining the edge of a waterfall at the end of the world

April,

Do you look to,

Frozen, empty foliage?

Do you look to,

Occasional gust,

culminating in untimely rain?

Do you look to me?

a chronicler of you,

Not of the spring, or of the blooming

Just you, April.

Of everything you encompass,

the silence, the hope,

the desire to never take your eyes off her

Wake me too now,

take me with you,

I will walk to the

treacherous summer

then to cold rains

With you, April

As long as you're here,

I will sit with you

Should you leave,

I will wait.

#napowrimo #day 1 #poems and poetry #poets on tumblr #writing

[fckmeupflorida]

Studio apartment for one This is new to me – losing my child-strong arms, Unable to pull time out of its lassitude. My dreams Of strong bodies evaporate slowly, all day With eyes opened under self-warmed duvet There I hallucinate;

Seeing the silhouettes of arms I can breathe in - flickers of a ghost ship - I dream of strong bodies All day invariably, with such hale piety Even my bed is fooled: worn in wool-gathering The mattress has caved in Carved out the plain imprint of their familiar weight

All the tongues in my houses have electric pulses, I play lovely music, listen to foreign voices. Quand la poussière se lève, debout à l’horizon I drag my hand across the sheets Send my fingers swimming through cold-whipped winds I trace the dips along his neck, stopping where hair sprouts To feel all the air curl – rings of his locks on my finger. Inside the cardboard box wearing a Hazmat suit I dream up strong bodies, keep splitting recipes.

#poem of the day!! #day 1 #napowrimo #poetry month #tbf I began this poem early last week & just write the last verse & reworked it today #j scriptures

[writinginnorthnorfolk]

The Hollow Earth

The hollow earth callswith a hollow voice,hollow words thudas they fall into mudand winter-dead bracken. How strange that hollowsshould pierce the earthwith yellow burstsof daffodil, narcissus,celandine and crocus. Kim M. Russell, 1st April 2023 April 1 is here, accompanied by the first day of NaPoWriMo. I’m following the National Poetry Writing Month on Facebook and on their website:…

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#Book covers #Day 1 #NaPoWriMo #The Hollow Earth

[dobaara]

six coats + the one that should've run by S.R.

napowrimo day 1 using @mercuriian 's prompts (x): ‘lambskin’

#my writing #my poems #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #poetscommunity #writerscommunity #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writers and readers #poetblr #litblr #writeblr #spilled poem #spilled thoughts #spilled words #spilled emotions #words #poetry

[amalgamationink]

I knew it when your house bloomed. When the front step shifted from a held breath to a threshold.

The stasis had settled in, years-deep, sprawling through each room until the air went brittle, until (oops) it gnawed upon the bones.

And yet from day to day I watched you push it back. The rooms began to breathe again.

In the low light, you went shadow-kissed, the hollows of you retreating— but when I squinted to see, you rolled up your sleeves to replace the bulbs. The lightning in my chest could’ve lit the room itself.

I could cry for all your quiet concessions: a softer chair, a proper bed, the kitchen cracking an eye when I stirred a coffee at the counter.

On the last visit (before they stopped being visits, before the admitted defeat and the mutual resignation to the rest of our lives together) I slipped you a handful of buttercups that had begun to cautiously regain footing in the yard.

What’s this? you said, and you hadn’t quite resurrected the house enough for vases, so I tucked one into your lapel as you pushed another behind my ear.

A housewarming present, and I kissed your teeth as the home you’d built with me in mind heaved a contented sigh. Someone finally lives here.

#prompt: write a love poem that names at least 1 flower + contains a parenthetical statement + has lines break in unusual places. #napowrimo #napowrimo 2023 #love poem #love poetry #poem #poetry #recovery poem #recovery poetry #spilled ink #spilled poetry #writeblr #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writing on tumblr #also a fun little secret fandom tag here at the end that I added after posting the poem so hopefully it won't actually show UP in the tag: #valduggery #damien.txt #napowrimo day 25

[mothprincess]

napowrimo day 1 using @mercuriian‘s prompts (x): ‘lambskin’

#napowrimo #poets on tumblr #poetry #serena crane #the birthday coat #mercuriian #the orangery literary society #my writing

[small-strong-bookish-butch]

Every year for NaPoWriMo I like to do a challenge called I Do NaPoWriMo, where on the 1st day and a handful of days after, I write 1-4 poems, and every other day I go "Fuck! I haven't written my poem today!!"

#personal #happy 9th day of writing a poem 'every day' lol #i keep reading people's prompts and being like. this doesn't mean anything to me. i don't care #napowrimo #napowrimo 2024 #kind of

[mardytoast]

🍄🪐📚

🍄headcanon for one of your favourite ships/pairings🍄

clyde and craiggg

craig introduced clyde to fnaf when they were like 10 to scare him bc clydes scared of everything but he actually ended up eating it up. they play it together and the next day clyde knows ALL the lore and craigs the one getting freaked out. he'll play all the games, scream, but then be like 'that was awesome' while Craig pretends hes not horrified out of his mind bc he cant accept that clyde is somehow less of a pussy than him. this obsession never fades.

man like clyde, scared of gingers, dressed up as hyper realistic springtrap for halloween when he was 13

🪐name three good things going on in your life right now🪐

very grateful to be in a position to answer this!!

1. i joined a discord server of poets for napowrimo (poetry month)

im finally able to share my work with people with experience, who care, appreciate and are able to give me really good feedback

it's only been a few days but i kinda love them🤭 also im being spoilt with soulful poetry

2. im getting better at guitar!! ive been learning for 3 months now but i haven't been practicing much so progress is slow. IN SAYING THAT THOUGH, i can see a crazy amount of improvement. callouses are pretty non existent but ive memorised a few chords and currently im trying to master pompeii by bastile

i am delighteddd to no ends bc it means i can start putting music to my songs!! alr done it with one!!

3. gonna split this between two small things. a.) summer is upon us, so im very excited. b.) i think ill be able to reconcile with one of my friends i fell out with for a stupid reason. im going to try talk to her and im feeling confident!!

📚what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?📚

the last thing i wrote was a song called 'if eurydice could see me now' and it's from a napowrimo prompt. i shared it with the server and they liked it :)

it's very inspired by tear you apart by she wants revenge

it's based on greek mythology, you can look up eurydice to read abt it <33

here's a little exert:

oh muse i can't face you now

i would die, to bring you back

i play my lyre and don't believe the man

im not a fool, im just overwhelmed

blood pooling in the imprint you left

but i leave, there'll be no poets

i arise to the heart's music

i gave up, now i just make it

#thank you for the ask <3 #asks #ask game #south park #clyde donovan #craig tucker #song writing #guitar

[poetryorchard]

Sprites of the Orchard! @nashira here🍍🥰

We’ve made it through February & now we’re Marching into a new season together!

This is gearing up to be a really exciting month as we prep for #NaPoWriMo so I am sharing these 5 prompts to help you warm up!

love of self ∙ march 1 is self-harm awareness day apologise to your body for the past & promise it a better future. use bits & pieces of works-in-progress; pen scribbles & fleeting ideas from your notes app.

plant a flower ∙ march 12 is plant a flower day march is the month of daffodils & one half of the world is celebrating beginnings, soon-to-be-blooms; the other is preparing for an ending anew. speak in hushed whispers & earthy tones.

equinox ∙ march 20 is the equinox take something from last year & recreate it with new perspective. what has changed since last march? who did you lose, what did you gain?

pisces & aries ∙ march begins in pisces season which lasts until march 20, when aries begins. aquamarine & bloodstone are the month’s gems. what hides under the surface of water? why does it bleed?

gender euphoria ∙ march 31 is transgender day of visibility how do you know when something fits? a shirt, a name, pronouns... show us what comfortable feels like to you, what true euphoria is.

this is meant to be super super casual – do them in any order you like, skip the ones you don’t vibe with, start today or in 3 months. all that matters is you try, and we’re in this together! :)

🍊 reposts welcome! please credit @nashira & @poetryorchard 🍊

#poetry month #napo #napowrimo #poetry prompts #poetry #poetryblr #poetry tumblr #poetry on tumblr #poets on tumblr #writeblr #prompts #writing prompts #promptblr #poetry community #spilled ink #wlwocpoetrynet #poets of color #inspo #writing inspo