2025 NaPM 9 April

[RiverNotch]

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.


This year, there are no form requirements, only "tiers" or "rankings" given informally to all participants:

Bronze Tier: Participate at least once.

Silver Tier: Participate all days.

Gold Tier: Participate all days, and have all entries be the same form or have all entries be different forms.


Write a poem involving a wedding, siblinghood/twinhood, or both, though preferably not both as in it's siblings getting married to each other...you pervert.

[depressedmetalhead]

You've known me
your whole life,
seen every side of me,
even the ones I try to hide.

And still you love me,
still I'm your role model,
still you tell me things
not even our parents know.

You pester, I lash out
and then, like nothing happened,
you come right back to my room,
smiling and laughing.

Through my loneliest times,
when no one else was there,
you were here, whether
I wanted you to be or not.

You're not just my brother,
you're my best friend.

[Mark A Becker]

driving with ghosts
of two of my brothers

as they ride along
in small wooden boxes

one for the wind
the other the river

I made a promise
and I will deliver

FORM: 4-6 / 5-6 / 4-6 / 5-6 syllabic

[carahmellow]

driving with ghosts
of two of my brothers

as they ride along
in small wooden boxes

one for the wind
the other the river

I made a promise
and I will deliver

I love this. It's so simple but says so much. <3

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Here is my little contribution for today:


We have two life partners:
our spouses, our lovers,
and also our childhood kin.

Mario Kart champion,
swimming companion,
alarm clock on Christmas Day—

playmate at Grandma’s,
witness of traumas,
a sidekick—someone our age.

it was you and me,
a camaraderie,
sharing a snack in the echo of war.

[dukealien]

Aunthill


She married her friend’s younger brother;
the friend married her widowed mother.
Her mom had a twin
and on days they slept in
her friend forgot which was the other.


[Form:  Limerick]

[RiverNotch]

While the sparrows hold their wedding,
from between the roof and ceiling
rats are watching silently,
eagerly, and hungrily
not for invites sent too late
nor for crumbs the pickled spray
but for one such errant slob
flown too close or lit too broad:

here the Jew stomps on the bulb,
there the Gazans share the cup,
here the Bishop sings an ode,
there the Rabbi makes a toast,
while around them moguls wait
for their snatch of real estate.

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i'm trying to do the math to see if it's right to call you a pervert for this   

Aunthill


She married her friend’s younger brother;
the friend married her widowed mother.
Her mom had a twin
and on days they slept in
her friend forgot which was the other.


[Form:  Limerick]

[busker]

A brother like Cain to Abel,
or Caracalla to Geta,
or Claudius to King Hamlet
never spared a thought for his mater
or pater familias, their branding,
posthumous social standing
for siring a human gator.

Sometimes, having similar genes
only means
envy, strife, and murder
with sword or rock or girder.

And so it can be better as an only child
whose parents are mild
having no other darl but he
or she. Though wild
and unruly, papa'll say naught
but 'If you're feeling hot,
little prince or princess, there's ice cream.'

[rowens]

In Difference

I cut-up the map,
territory, concretion, abstraction,
religion, trauma, guilt, confusion,
solution, drama, complex,
puzzle
and find in the shells,
the shattered union of opposites,

the same story, image, face,
body, promise,

soaked in my own feelings,
thoughts, emotions,

sensations,

a double but a wellhung-bigballed
eunuch of a woman.

Her distance immortal.
Her eternity transparent.

For I am the phallus
that stands behind her,
my testicles large as two
wombs with madness.

If she can see me, 
doesn't appear to be
my voice. As when she speaks

I don't understand.