Of beautiful birds in circling flight

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This year, I've decided to try NaPo for the first time! So stay tuned...
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1. Space

Constellations float
in the ocean that is space.
Purple and black mesh,
like artists painted the sky,
and left their marks for the earth.
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2. I am no bird, and no net ensnares me

I sit in this cage;
You tell me to sing, not speak.
I tire of this existence.
There is always something left to love.
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Hey Valkyria!

I like the link of stars/space to sky/earth -- mixing in different nature images works nicely. That haiku also certainly hits hard -- even without the title to link to "the caged bird" it does a great job at setting a tone!
name: key/string/perks
pronouns: she/her/hers and they/them/theirs


novel: dream-ish (camp novmo '25)




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3. Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time

I sit still, eyes open.
Nothing happens; I’m not bored.
I sigh; I’m content.
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This poem is very nice!!! I love the feelings you incorporated, and it's short but sweet.
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4. Somber

I’m a silhouette,
chasing answers far and wide,
yet I feel alone.
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5. New Beginnings

Springtime takes over,
and the beasts wake from slumber.
Time to take out the trash.
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I wrote this poem about the main character to my novel


6. Insight

I am no stranger to these fears.
They're so vivid, they move me to tears.
I lie awake at night, with these pictures in my head.
They look so graphic that they fill me with dread.

Who am I to be so afraid?
If she knew, she'd be so ashamed.
'Take it by the reins,' she'd say,
expecting me to obey.

But I can't help this feeling;
it leaves me falling
when I'm meant to play this role,
and I land in a hole.

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Thank you guys so much, @EditorandPerks and @ChesTacos! I'm so glad that you thought the poems set the tone. I was really hoping to acheive that!
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7. Bitter


Ice cold winds
puncture my heart,
and it bleeds.
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8. For You

Leaving behind the task at hand
Only you are my concern right now
Vibrant, your laughter will be
Every time a joke is told.
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9. Alive

As the sun rises,
Lily flowers bloom.
I look towards the sky.
Violet clashes against orange, and
Everything comes alive.
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10. Trouble outside of town


The river
explodes with fury;
the dam breaks.
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11. Comfort


The pale moon
envelopes the earth;
cold embrace
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12. Hush, Hush


The shadows whisper
of secrets from long lost past.
Only I can know
There is always something left to love.
- One Hundred Years of Solitude



A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
— Jean Cocteau