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Thu Apr 09, 2020 5:20 pm
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Elfboy says...



Thanks, Alliyah! I'll try to keep it up.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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Thu Apr 09, 2020 11:01 pm
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Shine

A single, perfect gem shines from the dust
Refracting the joyful morning sunbeams
Bending the light to perfect its beauty.
I wish nothing more then to pick it up,
hold it to my heart, yet I let it lie
undisturbed, lest I change the way it shines.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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Fri Apr 10, 2020 2:40 pm
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Wow, day 10 already? Today's poem's more blank verse, hope you guys like it!

Desert Winds

Stinging sand whips across my face like flame
Blown against me by winds of aeons' pain.
If I go much further, I'll surely fall,
Beaten and broken by the weight of time.
Shall I press onward, knowing I must die?
Or let the wind carry me where it may?
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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Sat Apr 11, 2020 10:17 pm
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For poem 11 of NaPo, I thought I'd give terza rima a whirl. Based on one of my 'favorite heresies,' don't take me too seriously.

Thoughts of Eden

Thoughts of eden burn my soul like hot tar
Dripping from a witch's poison cauldron
Searing pain from an aeons-healing scar

The paradise war isn't lost nor won
Heaven's army, the broken men of earth
And what's the prize? The Father's other Son.

Neither kills nor captures define your worth
In this heavenly war of burning stars
Our final goal is lightbringer's rebirth.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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Sun Apr 12, 2020 5:59 pm
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April 12th, a nice rainy Easter morning. Here's today poem, another haiku. Happy Easter!

Crack

A ruinous crack
Skies fill with the rage of gods
You know what you've done
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


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Sun Apr 12, 2020 7:45 pm
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Tuckster says...



Spoiler! :
I've really enjoyed reading through these poems Ethan! You definitely have a style of primarily blank-verse poetry with themes like heaven, stars, and angels that's different than all the other NaPo threads. My favorite poem was "Beautiful Glowing Minds" because of the strong imagery and deep themes of wandering. You've also done a great job of consistently updating daily and staying on track. Keep up the great work!
Power without love is reckless and abusive, and love without power is sentimental and anemic. Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice, and justice at its best is power correcting everything that stands against love.
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Sun Apr 12, 2020 8:19 pm
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Thanks @Tuckster, I'm glad you liked them!
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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Mon Apr 13, 2020 8:33 pm
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Today's NaPo is a very short blank-verse poem. Also, congrats to the winners of April Madness round one!

Absence

It's funny how you could have lived your life
Never even knowing someone exists
But once you do, just one day without them
Bleeds and burns, a tear in your soul
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


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Tue Apr 14, 2020 6:25 pm
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Wow, sonnets are hard! This one is rather clunky, but hey, at least I did it!

Reflections

Shattered mirrors cover the burning ground
In a quicksilver sheen, like ancient ice
Sharded reflections of my voice resound
Echoing, distorted, to paradise

Refracted sunsets taste like blood in here
This flaming cavern filled with breaking souls
What is the color of mirror-spun fear?
It's somewhere between tears and marigolds.

It's amusing that hell's made of mirrors
Reflections my torment 'til some new dawn
And yet tomorrow never draws nearer,
Not until these sanguine fragments are gone

I could be free if I'd courage to try
To look my own reflection in the eye
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


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Wed Apr 15, 2020 7:31 pm
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More short blank verse, who would have guessed? Also, halfway through NaPo, so a clap on the back for everyone else who's made it this far!

Gleaming Feathers

Gleaming feathers drift down like sunken ships
Upon the shining landscape, silken rain
The golden bird soars high above my head
Its burnished plumage shining like the sun
Or perhaps it is the sun, this eagle
Soaring above the clouds like Apollo
A god of the sky for aeons unknown
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


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Thu Apr 16, 2020 7:26 pm
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Todays poem is about how easy it is to be distracted by new creative projects, something I think a lot of us can relate to. I decided to give in this time, because as long as I'm writing, who cares what I write?

Shiny

A gleaming something shimmers at the edge
Of my vision, be it a golden coin
Or a cold steel dagger aimed at my heart
Whatever it is, I rush to see it
Dropping what treasure I held to find out
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


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Fri Apr 17, 2020 5:37 pm
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For April 17th, I'm going back to free verse. Still short, because that's all it seems I can do, but it is what it is.

Insomniac Dreamers

How can you stay asleep in your cold steel bed
When the night air breathes such beautiful music?
This symphony of stars composed
For insomniac dreamers, Apollo's children,
To dance by in the sacred moonlight.
While scientific fools slumber at night,
We drink poetry with the satyrs
Like the beautiful madmen we are.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


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Sat Apr 18, 2020 7:06 pm
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Well, this is not the poem I set out to write when I started it, but it's the poem I ended up with!

The Blood of Trees

My hands are spattered
With the blood of innocent trees
A grove of budding saplings
Murdered for you.

You once told me of the souls they bore
You spoke with vehemence
Of smokestacks and gears
Of steel blades and iron bars
And I drank your lies like a fool.

Did you ever believe your words
Of miracles and God?
Have you forgotten what you love?
Or was it always a lie
Crafted to make me love you?

What hurts me most
Is the passion you spoke with.
The same way you talk
Of your love for me.
So forgive me if I ask you now
Was that a lie, too?
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


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Sun Apr 19, 2020 5:34 am
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alliyah says...



I'm liking some of these shorter ones you're doing a lot actually! The poem from April 15 had great sound, and the concept for the April 17 one of 'insomniac dreamers' was such a neat idea to explore poetically - both poems left me wanting to read more!

(Also I am in complete agreement over sonnets being really hard! I managed to write 2/3rds of one a couple days ago, but haven't wanted to finish it XD I really like this line in your sonnet by the way, "Refracted sunsets taste like blood in here")
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Awru says...



OMG! All your poems are wonderful. I love your choice of words. They make the poems so beautiful. I especially loved Broken Lines, Silver Dreams, Reflections and oh god Insomniac Dreamers
Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says
To the Earth
"You owe me"
Look
What happens
With a Love like that
It lights the
Whole
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