National Poetry Month was a whirlwind! Feast your eyes upon our lovely collection of April poems and lyrics, all highlighted during the most poetic month of our year.
Day 4:
Day 8:
Eclipse
When night becomes day
All of the signs point to us
Edged in silhouette
Tre Â
Downlighting
Sun and moon jockey
For stage time—meh—neither the
Real light in my world
Thomas L. VaultonburgÂ
Day 11:
Borrowed
By Samantha Keeter
Simply borrowed
Like the warmth of the sun
Given our days are numbered
Like a sip of bourbon
Labeled for valor
Yet tasting of sorrow
Quietly borrowed
Somehow bestowed
A mirrored hourglass
Perched high on a shelf
Out of reach
But forever in your gaze
Burned into a memory
A constant reminder
That this very moment is
Simply borrowed
Day 16:
No Holding Back
Mx MUNDY
No room for doubt or fear here
No way you can be too queer here
No request to be anything less than the best version of yourself. Listen to FUTURE NATURE.
Day 18:
"Wild Parsley"
By Devin Cherubini
She chops wild Parsley
With gentle agile fingers
That have touched me
Like no other
She is the Fairy Goddess
I wake to in the Morning
When the Sun shines
Upon my frightened face
I do not want Tears anymore
I see her wipe them away
With a splendor that is
Her loving gaze.
Day 19:
Sway
By Aria Cusano
I sway in the moment of the night.
When your hand touches the base of my spine.
Your arms pulling me towards you,
And my head pulls back as you grab my hair.
You’re speaking to me, all the secrets and desires in your heart.
You’re telling me what you wish to do to me.
And at a whisper, you break my resolve apart.
Your eyes are boring into my soul, and I am entirely yours.
You know this, you thrive off this, this moment, the catch.
Devour me entirely; tell me you are going to do so.
Your hands romance me, and your eyes make me dance.
My heart’s beating so fast it may burst from my chest.
And I’d gladly hand it to you on a silver platter.
Except for the fact that you’ve been carrying it in your pocket.
You know just how to stroke it and hold it.
I sway in that moment; lost in that space,
Where your hand wraps around my throat and I let out a gasp.
And your lips touch mine, and your tongue flicks out to open them.
My hands are clutching your shirt and arms.
And you seem to be taking my very life from my mouth.
I feel as if my body is electric and burning with a beautiful fire.
You softly stroke my cheek, my neck, my collarbone.
You kiss me again feverishly as if it were the last time,
And in a whisper you tell me: "You are mine."
And I am.
I sway in that moment of the night.
Day 25:
Nascar Track
By Tommy Brunett
Mamma said farmin' don’t pay the bills
Now Daddy makin' money off of a runnin' a still
Buck 40-proof stuffed under the trunk
Hopin' tonight I don’t blow my luck
Hot rod Betty leanin’ on my ford
Picture lookin' pretty on the old dashboard
Rattle Snake Rosie and a bottle of shine
Lookin’ for a penny and I found a dime
Someday I’ll make it to that Nascar track
Under lights on that old speedway
Real catdaddy on my black on black
Blowin' all those fancy cars away
Spied that sheriff comin’ over the hill
Headed for cover behind the old saw mill
Hit the county line doin' a hundred and ten
Unload that trunk then do it again
Someday I’ll make it to that Nascar track
Under lights on that old speedway
Real catdaddy on my black on black
Blowin' all those fancy cars away
I started drivin’ at the age of twelve and I never looked back again
They say I can be a real son of a b*+ch but that’s okay cuz I always win
My tail pipes always smokin' like a snake spittin' whiskey and sin
That’s the fact I’m back in black and I’m the best there’s ever been
Someday I’ll make it to that Nascar track
Under lights on that old speedway
Real catdaddy on my black on black
Blowin' all those fancy cars away
Day 25:
I Wish a Black Man Would Say to Me
By Morgan Danielle Day
She be steppin' with magic.
Restless with royalty,
never resting to achieve perfection is her ever-lasting habit.
Melanin tellin' em she’s a Queen, and her immaculate genetics reign supreme.
Adam could never believe that from the woman of his dreams the mitochondrial DNA
would for all the world conceive.
Please.
My beautiful summer’s Eve.
You will always be the apple of my eye.
The only flower that grows unwatered,
I see why your sorcery has the entire world bothered.
The tree of life.
You feed my existence.
Let me fertilize your spirits
and water your inner goddess periodically met with resistance.
I vow to protect the roots that stabilize your mind,
and be sunlight to the fruits you bear when loved rightly overtime.
For your mental
I’ll stimulate your growth,
be your nutrients and your rain,
and I promise that I will now and forevermore
always say your name.
And I would say thank you.
Day 29:
Memoirs of the Rain
By Robin Amaral
Dazzled by the night
I drift into the morning haze
upon cobbled dreams
listening to the rain
pouring memories
on this street, this morning
a song unmistakable
haunting, beautiful
a shadow
a light
and your face
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