2019 – NaPoWriMo Poems

A compilation of all NaPoWriMo 2019 poems appear here.

Please, have a scroll and read!

Tangled Lines (Day 30 of NaPoWriMo)

A small line

Lightning strike attention

Across white.

A bold contrast

Now etched in solid forever.

A story, something historical



Begins to unfold.

There was once nothing

And then there was everything.

A knot

A tangledness

A particular blend of color

Of lines

And shape

Piling upon each other.

A masterpiece prepares

For its big reveal

Sitting right there

Just on the


A thousand faces

On the gallery corner.

Seaside (Day 29 of NaPoWriMo)

Seaside house

Tiled floor

Like white lifeguard chairs

Speckled in sand.

Walls painted in shades of


As if ocean waves splashed upon them


Alive and smelling of lathered sunscreen

All summer long

Early June to late August.

Then cooler air approached

Pushing us away

Making us run, jolt

Like children sprinting toward

Seagull flocks.

We packed up the house

And repeated salted goodbyes.

Folding the residence into a suitcase

Like that of a dollhouse.

Summer memories contained

Shut tight and locked

Only to be reopened

In a year.

Interested (Day 28 of NaPoWriMo)

I am interested in you

Like an architect is with


Like a botanist is with


Like a diver is with


Like a landscaper is with


Like a chef is with


Like a programmer is with


Like a surfer is with


Like a farmer is with


Like a geologist is with


Like an explorer is with


Like a pilot is with


Vintage Blossom (Day 27 of NaPoWriMo)

I am your

Vintage blossom

Tucked into the corner of


Folded, creased

Opened then closed

Used and reused

Always returned to.

I am your

Vintage blossom

The record player

Of all the blues

Listened to

And all the rhythms

Danced around

Living room rug

Beneath foyer chandelier.

I am your

Vintage blossom

The rocking horse

Beside the window

That catches the morning sun

And stirs, tipping forward then back

At the memory of being rode.

I am your

Vintage blossom

The type that lasts

For a lovely eternity

The kind you’d like me

To be.

Fence (Day 26 of NaPoWriMo)

Beyond the borders

Outside of the horizon line

Sits a fragile fence.

Wooden slabs,

Rain stained

Sun dried

Gnawed by the critters.

A fence could not


The mixture of

You and I.

That clear blue

That distinctness of

Land and sea.

Maybe that line

That thin trace

Is where the real world


Explorer hat

And walking stick,

Compass and map

We will inspect

That miniature gap.

We will add it to the map

Calling it something of

This and that.

Sidewalk (Day 25 of NaPoWriMo)

Walk with me

Like swimming otters.

Walk with me

On streets and sidewalks

On narrow paths, lanes

And wide pastures, fields.

Walk with me everywhere

Turning land

Into New York victims

Of thick footsteps.

Blue (Day 24 of NaPoWriMo)

Turn right

Onto blue avenue

Where landscapes are true and

Seascapes sweet like honeydew.

Where the gateways are brilliant and new.

Turn right

Onto blue avenue

With you.

Soulmate (Day 23 of NaPoWriMo)

You are my moonlight

My starry soulmate

My planet partner

My cosmic vibration.

I love you

Without hesitation.

Internal Seasonal (Day 22 of NaPoWriMo)

Mother Nature

Bleeds inside of me

Veins like rivers.

I match the Earth’s axis

And transition with the seasons.

My heart has broken

Like sharp winter winds

Sweeping in blues and grays,

Curving and rounding

The hills.

A paintbrush world

Of eskimo eye color.

Humid lily

In spring

Beneath bliss orange skies

Like a million sidewalk lamps.

A golden tattoo

Of paradise.

But the pain was brutally appealing.

Sunburn of the gentlest kind

The happiest type.

Hands and sand

A shared thousand degrees.

My love had once burned for you.

The memory of it

Could light up a thunderstorm night,

A backyard of forest and wood.

Now, love is

The stars of above

Yellow, amber, saffron, ivory

In the sky and clinging to


Falling, gliding, shooting

Like fireworks

In the crisp air of


Piano Key (Day 21 of NaPoWriMo)

Cobra serenade

Poisonous piano key

A spoiled love song.

Valentine (Day 20 of NaPoWriMo)

King and queen

Color scheme

Read heart, diamond, and ace.

Stamped, permanent

A wax seal on a

Vintage envelope

Licked and tucked tight

A forever truth.

Valentine sublime

In a patch of pink

Or field of berry

A pomegranate stream

Trickling past

In wind chime sheet music.

Passion, like that of a fruit,

Dragon scales staggered in fiery vibrance.

Hugs warm as painted monarch wings

Kisses glittering like dragonfly flight

Seen in the stars and moonlight.

Will you be my valentine?

One that whispers through the


Or shakes the tambourine,

Plucks harp string,

And taps the triangle

In earthquake aftershocks?

Will you hide me

In the cloudy forecast

Or expose me in the sunshine beams

And beneath rainbows?

Celestial Confidence (Day 19 of NaPoWriMo)

She found strength

Rare and precious

Like a treasure chest

In the clothes

He complimented

And the ones he ignored,

Sewn by the gems

Of the night.

She found strength

In the sleeve that

Kissed her wrists

And the pants that

Hugged her legs

Like confident cotton.

Pixels (Day 18 of NaPoWriMo)


Like that of a mirror, puddle,

Tranquil lake.

Sphere-shaped lens

Glued to your face

Attached to the bridge

Of your nose.

A permanent mark like

A sentence’s period

Comma, colon, semi.

Exposed world

A child understanding

The inner-workings and functions

Of its surroundings.

Circular clips

Tiny pixels.

Far away

Yet, close enough.

I witnessed things

I could marvel at for hours

I saw things

I wanted wiped from my mind.

The fragments

The metal parts

And very gears.

The elements both

Light and heavy

Dark and bright

Holdable and droppable.

This was the world.

Lighthouse (Day 17 of NaPoWriMo)

He became a sailor


With ambition of chasing the


With his face reflecting in the


As his only


Coordinates unknown to


Exact location nothing more than a



Every lighthouse will be


Every shooting star will be


Until the strobing


Lures you


And into my



Gold (Day 16 of NaPoWriMo)

All that glitters isn’t gold.

All that blisters isn’t pain.

All that flickers isn’t bright.

All that litters isn’t trash.

Laundry (Day 15 of NaPoWriMo)

Wardrobe of warmth

Sun drenched fibers.

Baked cotton

Toasted polyester.

Side by side

Let’s dry our laundry.

Selfish Days (Day 14 of NaPoWriMo)

Selfish days

Spin to greedy nights

Sitting in the same beam of sun and moon

Our bones refusing to move.

The denial is what fuels our bodies

And molds our minds

With images of something else.

Pictures as lazy as afternoon light

Selfish days

Spin into greedy nights.

Portugal (Day 13 of NaPoWriMo)

A midnight ride

To Portugal.

A starry drift

Hovering above

Orange slate roofs

Of Portugal.

We will float until

We see the white

And green

Of houses and terraces.

Right inside


Desire (Day 12 of NaPoWriMo)


Is being a feather.

Fluorescent and jewel-toned

Speckles of shine

On a bird’s chest.

As the eyes of the world


The artful joy

Of taking flight, souring, soaking in

The special sunshine.

Green Sea (Day 11 of NaPoWriMo)


In its most fragile faces and phases.

Glass chandelier delicate

Fine china feeble.

Churning and lapping in dark green


Furious, ferocious

A sleek underneath

With foamy chaos on top.

The repeating strings

The patterned strands

A hoop of untangled


A fraying blanket or

Painter’s palette

Puddles of Ireland.

The lights and the darks

The shy and the obvious

The pale and the dim.

Bristles mix

Marine madness.

A Sunset (Day 10 of NaPoWriMo)

The sky was a jewel

Something lustrously different

Than ruby or opal.

Tonight was a new

Color scheme

A crayon box addition.

The dome made pupils


Like wildfire.

It was no field of wildflower.

No one could glare upon the heavens.

Something furiously

Blazing in fury.

New York skyscrapers closed their curtains

Lights flickering to sleep.

A thunderstorm lightning show

It was best to stay away

All windows deserted

Front doors bolted.

Brewing in the distance

We were in the path of its wrath.

Bitter like black caffeine

Hot and steaming,

Never cooling.

The sky wasn’t on our sides


Root Beer Float (Day 9 of NaPoWriMo)

Glasses tall

Dishwasher clean, glistening.

Butterscotch, bubbly

Root beer galaxy.

Vanilla scoops like stars

Waves of sugared aroma.

Carbonated bursts

Fizzy outer space.

Icy drink

Soda explosion.

I want to drink

A root beer atmosphere.

Hot Chocolate (Day 8 of NaPoWriMo)

Cold skin

Goosebump palette

Shrill shivers

Sinking into flesh

Like the deep end of a pool.

A hurricane ocean

Vicious waves tossing you

Against the coast.

Bones becoming kissed

By the frostbitten lips

Of December temperature.

Frozen windows

Stuck snowflakes

Like the lazy dancers

Of her jewelry box.

Even the trees in the East

Stood stiff.

Hot chocolate mugs

Sipped and gulped

One by one

Could thaw the world

Restoring and reviving

Weathered warmth.

But your icy soul

Will remain the same.

Flower Fragment (Day 7 of NaPoWriMo)


Bloom in my mind

Like spring morning traditions

The ones in window boxes

Or beds beside lakes.

Ecstatic fragments

Of the images I refuse

To let disappear

And poof into nothingness

Or blow away

Like dandelion dust.

High Tide (Day 6 of NaPoWriMo)

The clock struck midnight

A tiny alarm holding the might of the night

In its disc and jittering hands.

Her body churned into high tide

Sleep becoming foreign.

The moon pulled and tugged at her skeleton

Fingers folded around sheets

Silk and cool against skin of goosebump palette.

It would take a particular pair of warm hands

And loyal lips

To return her to comfort

And dreamland

A gentler wave curve.

He rolled over in bed

Two pairs of neon eyes

Shining into the night

Brighter than any star dared to emulate.

He whispered to her

Palms pressed into pigment.

Soon the sun would rise

And all would be fine.

She just needed a reminder

That he was there

And not a ghost after all.

Shoelaces (Day 5 of NaPoWriMo)

She sidewalk stumbled

Red converse smacking together

Legs trembled

Heart raced.

The memory of childhood cement scrapes

Across once polished knees

Traced her mind.

The scratch, the scab

The sticky band-aid.

Her body straightened

Poised back into position

Skeleton sturdy

Like the oak on the corner

Or the blue mailbox, red flag raised

Even the street post

Or road sign just beside.

White shoe laces

Grabbed, crossed tightly.

She learned to tie

Before the age of five.

Red converse

Skipped brightly against

White sidewalks

Swept and broomed

In early morning.

Laces tied

Locked into ribbon position

Wonky shoestring

Yet to unravel.

Unlike the garden hose

Spilling into driveway and walk

Raindrop trickle

Passing the white picket.

She stepped over it.

Falters and wavers

Could not be blamed

On shoelaces.

She knew better than that.

The panicked

Racing heart of the

Almost fall-downs.

It wasn’t them

It was him.

Carnival (Day 4 of NaPoWriMo)

Carnival texture

Tent tops and booth roofs

Dangling lights and cotton candy brights

Hot air balloon patchwork

And glittered uniforms of cirque.

Avalanche (Day 3 of NaPoWriMo)

Tumbling ice crystals

Sky and mountain becoming one.

Frosty bundles

Cumulonimbus structure

Wrapped in arctic energy.

Frigid force

Wicked wonderland

Engulfed, swallowed

Washing away mountainside.

Colorless peaks

Of light fleece

Rolling whiter.

Fox, hare, and bird

Sprint and fly

From cascade’s path.

Foot and feather prints

Of no longer.

Snow plunge

Pine, twig, and cone.

Starry Conversations (Day 2 of NaPoWriMo)

“All the people are awake tonight.”

Millions of hydrogen orbs glittering down.

“Those yellow lights look just like us.”

Tucked inside homes

Of windows a glow

Constellation rings of neighborhood cul-de-sacs.

“Do you think they will be outside all night?”

Ground dwellers slumped fireside

With marshmallow mouths.

A gleam, a beam

Of orange light

A reminder of existence from miles above.

Just a dot

Of flicker and flame

Crackling like snapping sticks.

“Do you think they can see us tonight?”

“I know they can.”

Heads tilted back

With intense neck creases

And eyes twinkling with allure.

Arms reaching, fingers pointing

But the stars didn’t mind.

Arizona Summer (Day 1 Of NaPoWriMo)

Sunset peaches

Eight spheres of canvas sky

Placed upon cold granite

A colder surface refused to exist.

Silver spoons, plastic measuring cups, and

Glass bowls.

The oven hot

Arizona summer

It was peach cobbler weather.

1/4 cup of sanded sugar

Packed tightly like wet beach

But there was no ocean around.

Another quarter of something sweet

White like the snow that never falls.

3 tablespoons of petals from saguaro blossoms

And flakes ground into

Chestnut colored powder.

Grand Canyon shades

Cinnamon, nutmeg.

1 teaspoon of sunshine substance

Tropical illusion, yellow sheets ablaze.

It baked

More than the month of mid-July

The atmosphere might as well have been

Wrapped in red


No buzzer to end the sweltering

No timer to ding

No door to initiate a humid escape.

The star churned cream

Always optional,

Approximately 90 servings.

The carbohydrates and calories

Always ran high

Arizona summer.

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