NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

No Mo NaPoWriMo

The month of April has come to a close. I’ve enjoyed sharing my poetry this past month, and I hope you all have enjoyed reading it.

Thank you for all of your likes. I hope something of mine found it’s way to your heart or your mind, or maybe even made you chuckle.

Keep writing and reading and all those creative juices flowing.

~D. R. Miller

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Washed Clean

The heavens spill forth across the land,

The lake’s glass surface ruptures in turmoil

As the sky moans and strikes out in pain.

Loud and disturbing, but calming as well,

For it washes clean the pollen and grunge

And renews the grass and flowers alike.

Slowly the storm recedes, the sky returns blue

And winged creatures take flight once more.

April 30, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Slaying Dragons

Neither willing to give up, but neither willing to change,

obligations and commitments to meet, isn’t it strange?

Cycles come and they go, returning again and again.

Perhaps one day their worlds will align, if so, when?

So, they start to distance themselves, and turn away,

to face the dragons they each must train or slay.

Bury their heads in work and pursue other goals,

filling their days and life while ignoring their souls.

One day this loop will come to its final end.

But will hearts break or celebrate, my friend?

April 30, 2022 – DRM

Not the tone I want to close out #NaPoMoWri, but this is where my mind is at the moment. Too much tv dramas while feeling under the weather, I think…saw a sad episode of The Last Kingdom last night. I hope this day shows me something light and uplifting so I might provide a bonus poem by day’s end.

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing


Screaming into the abyss.

But not a sound escapes.

Not an echo to rebound.

A flurry of bees fly out her throat.

Their buzzing sounds take over.

Covering her ears, filled with clouds.

Heavy Fog filling her brain.

Suffocating, heaving weighted breath.

Fitful sleep, tossing and turning.

Exhaustion runs over.

When will the torture end?

April 29, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing


Little wrens take shelter under the eaves,

While the rain drizzles and taps the roof.

The air fills with freshness from new leaves,

While a crisp breeze makes us aloof.

Run out into the rain and start to dance,

Let the drops soak our hair and skin,

Let’s get lost in our own romance,

Let’s be children unaware of original sin.

Let’s bloom again into beautiful flowers,

All the while enjoying spring showers.

April 26, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Finding Joy

A sweet little fairy drifts along the flowers,

Enjoying the lilies blooming by the lake.

Her doe eyes flutter as she watches birds.

A smile so wide no one could fake.

Streams of light catch in her wings

As she takes flight with the butterflies

She can’t help but start to sing

The deer looks up, pauses and sighs.

Her song just shows so much glee,

But, see, our little sprite is way off key!

April 25, 2022 – DRM

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing


A little imp frolicked in the forest,

Playing in the babbling stream,

bouncing across the rocky shore,

Not a care in the world on his shoulders.

He flirted with the butterflies,

Batting his big but not bashful eyes,

And danced in the streams of light.

Dance precious little imp, dance,

And enjoy your life ever more.

NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

Not Just a Dad

She almost grown now, more adult than child;

I remember you were nervous before she arrived;

But I knew you would be a good dad

Long before she came into your life.

Look at her now, how she has grown.

Sure, she may be a little awkward at times,

But honestly, what teenager isn’t?

So keep on guiding her, and loving her,

And watching her grow into a young lady,

Knowing you’re doing all you can

And that others know you to be

A great father and a good man.