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This week the Neopoem is Uncertain certainties by Words.unwritten. Congratulations to Words.unwritten on such a fine poem, To read this poem please click the link below and leave a comment.

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/uncertain-certainties

Thank you to the Neopoem Group for selecting the weekly winner.

This week the Neopoem is Ephemeral Love by Dystopia. Congratulations to Dystopia on such a fine poem, To read this poem please click the link below and leave a comment.

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/ephemeral-love

Thank you to the Neopoem Group for selecting the weekly winner.

This week the Neopoem is Gracious Discontent by leoferaco. Congratulations to leoferaco on such a fine poem, To read this poem please click the link below and leave a comment.

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/gracious-discontent

Thank you to the Neopoem Group for selecting the weekly winner.

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David and Goliath

David and Goliath
Why did you not come along? Were we not brothers in arms? Did you not see the signs?
Did we not know how to stay- safe in our pristine place?
Will the air breathe back its rich design of harmonious Holocene pastures - Innocent coughing of wilderness change?
This is gorilla time- or no time at all-
With hands gently folded on old leather face-
Great black beast- curious and fierce,
You have swung free from our brutal brain’s dilemma Come play with me-
Please romp and stomp on the still wild place

Just A Dream [When I wake up in the morning]

When I wake up in the morning,
I am happy to see their faces
After years,
And years,
And years…

Finally fulfilling our dreams.
Literally.

We loved our new lives,
Away from everyone
So we can do whatever we want
Without anyone telling us what to do

Finally, we were somewhere where we were able
To be ourselves.

But then, I woke up,
With the bright light beaming on my face,
Slightly hurting my eyes

And as I slowly started to process my dream,
Tears started to form, as I stare up high

I fell apart but I survived

Does it hurt?
Knowing how you broke me,
How you sent my world crumbling down,
Seeing a strong, confident girl turn into a broken mess.

How do you sleep at night?
Knowing you crushed someone who loves you,
Even after you gave me a million reasons not to,
Knowing that every time you ignore me,
A piece of my heart is chipped away.

ACCEPT REALITY IN POETRY

All lights will blow off
unless you read others

don't expect to be read only
world has poets many ignored

be not that outstanding pole
in a desert no one knows
was it just a mirage
heaven knows.....

Weekly Neopoet Contest Poem Autumn People

Ragged and raw wind of gossip
thickens,
pulsing around her trembling frame.
Her words swim
in the polluted waters,
that had once been
the moat encircling her domain.
Hungry reptiles in her courtyard
green scaly-faced monsters
on the slippery incline,
Of the treachery of their desire.
Arriving in droves,
gathering at the foot hills of her mountain.
Watching... for a sign.
Hungrily awaiting her downfall,
her collapse and decline
Would feed their quickening blood.

thoughts

most thoughts don't mean too much they concern like and dislike and our relations
with simple things coffee cigarette's music television.
there is a unifying spirit and dimension .
most fish in the ocean feel this; they usually have good thoughts bad thoughts
disappear rapidly like rocks thrown into the ocean. the question is why we have bad thoughts it's like ants think and feel on a burnt crust thoughts that are too positive
usually harmonize like ants on cooler cherries in the pie like rotten peaches
or a sunburn

Overgrown

Tasteful to belong, to sift through foam
watching the residue weave through winds
blown from crusted lips
drifting from eyelashes to sewage
convalescent and bedridden

Breathing you in
And forgetting where we were meant to be
For why is it we become such ploys to one another?
only to release my grip once my vision settles

Fallen Leaves

I am the fallen leaves
From a tree that's lived too long
Wilting branches
Broken at the seams

My tears are that
Of the willow
Weeping, grieving
For this life I had

I've been dead inside
Longer than alive

AUTUMN'S CUSP

Mid October a cool day
with a northern cooling breeze.
All hints of summer gone away.
The few green leaves are just a tease.

Tomorrows will bring the first frost
so this day finds me 'neath the trees
absorbing warmth before its lost
and limbering up titanium knees.

For I'm not what I once was.
Time has seen that I am not,
So I sit on a stump to take a pause
and breathe autumn's scent which I'd forgot.

Bonded to win

Until the age of three
Couldn't walk
Little me asked God
Along with my twin
To grant the request
We hold so dearly

Year after year
This feet of mine
Began the first step
To a long journey
A long awaited wish
And to mummy it left me running

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