Whew! We did it, everyone! Another Na/GloPoWriMo has come and gone! I hope that everyone enjoyed the challenge. You might have gotten thirty poems out of it — if so, congratulations! But even if you didn’t, I hope that you found inspiration and joy in our prompts, resources, and featured participants.
Our final featured participant for the year is Aloha Promises Forever, where the minimalist prompt for Day Thirty resulted in a thematically-appropriate haiku.
As usual, we’ll be leaving the “Participants’ Sites” list up until later this year, when we’ll start cleaning up and getting ready for Na/GloPoWriMo 2020.
Finally, thank you to everyone who participated! Your enthusiasm for writing and encouragement of other participants is a wonderful thing to behold. And wherever your poetry may take you until another April rolls around — happy writing!
World of Poetry Haiku
a featured poem by michael romani
World of Poetry
Brings to its magical end
A month too well spent
a thorton without a thorn
a show without knowing gary soto
what is left is music guitar in empty chair
Derived from the Greek word epiphaneia, epiphany means “appearance,” or “manifestation.” In literary terms, an epiphany is that moment in the story where a character achieves realization, awareness, or a feeling of knowledge, after which events are seen through the prism of this new light in the story.
once becoming a mother, some women become a good human, they babysit,
they feed, they find ways to nurture a fresh life, if a mother ever frowns once,
the baby could grow doubt, if a mother ever feels too tired to feed, a hungry
child could lose confidence, I try to believe that: attitude matters, a good childcare
leads to good bound between parents and children, James and George have become
presidents, they seem always being a good company to their family members.
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of doubtfulness,
And joy have flown by.People I loved,
Have come and have gone,
But the world never stopped,
And we all carried on.
Life wasn’t easy,
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that it mattered,
Times I just didn’t care.
I stood on my own,
And I still found my way,
Through some nights filled with wonders,
And the dawn of new days.
And now with old age,
It’s become very clear,
Things I once found important,
Were not why I was here.
And how many things,
That I managed to buy,
Were never what made me,
Feel better inside.
And the worries and cheers,
That plagued me each day,
In the end of it all,
Would just fade away.
But how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.
And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my heart,
Would ultimately be,
What set me apart.
And what’s really important,
Is my opinion of me,
And whether or not,
I’m the best I can be.
And how much more kindness,
And method of analysis I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
It’s my time to sing and let my voice echo.
axis of sounds, which makes life multi-dimentional
sun and human mind, they relate and unfold
yun yi, a poet at alibris.com
read Mary Fallin at amazon.com
lots of platforms
a left handed singer
a right wing dancer
if not for the godness sake
we will not know Sally Ember
yuan kong, xiao bei, xu pengcheng,
they set up a stage
they join a party
sarah palin, qi qi, bristol palin, tag,
what a show
God bless joe, thelma, lemin, chongqing, and chuanzhen
janet ruscher does surprise us.
poet Brendan Flaherty speaks a good experience
one of our poetry award for early participants
poet Aija Mayrock speaks of her poem writing adventure
happy 10th birthday to Thursday Poets,
we do absolutely read this poetry
a poem is a power
it fuels high
the version stretches
the world sings
a blog is a road
it shows and tells
elizabeth, melissa, shelly, sue, and jodie,
they seem okay with colored words
a project at sichuan province
lovely annie, she writes
sarah spencer, she writes
what do you see when you click on a link?
a post, a poem, or a passion of waves?
what do you do during Christmas eve?
shopping, reading, or studying?
education is very important,
so does your mental spirit,
one shall always choose academic excellence, independence, and knowledge,
once a good education is done,
we sit, working for pleasant lists:
cooking, writing, art, knitting, fitness, and poetry,
because when we pick POETIC melody as our daily objective,
we are busy
and we have ourselves well rounded with research, hope, and joy.
we listen to opera songs
we write poetry along
we search for true satisfaction
i pause, I decide to watch a show that cheers up almost everyone
we do cherish stories
we see lots of beautiful wisdom popping
which makes life better meaning—
if humor is in our poetic ingredients
the book and the readers could hang on the ceiling
regardless rain or shine
a poem is our forever friend to carry along
wu gang cut the tree story
chang e bei yue
kua fu zui ri
英雄关羽 hero guanyu, Ying xiong guan yu
shen wu ideals
pan gu kai tian di
shi sheng characters
fhua kmu lan chong jun
iris chang, a previous featured speaker at osu
teresa teng, a notable singer from hong kong
lan yang, a faculty at university of miami
jili jiang, she is someone who writes about Chinese stories
Jodie Henson Bovaird, she writes a good poem book
story, story, story,
poems, poems, poems,
music, lyrics, mtv,
we feel the beat,
we do grow admiration to the artists,
because art, music, truth, dreams, and rhyming melody help