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This week the Neopoem is

Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

Let us congratulate Terumi Sakurai on their first win as a neopoet member.

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Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Winner!

The winning poem of the

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine is

 Backwards by  Carrie

Congratulations to Carrie on such a unique poem.

 

This week the Neopoem is

 

  My Heart, My Heaven by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on another contest win as a neopoet member.

April 2024 Contest Winners

Congratulations to our April 2024 contest winners!

Spring Fling  was won by Carrie with the poem Spring Fling

04/24 I Was An April Fool was won by Geezer with the poem Fooled Again...

04/24 Waiting In Line was won by  Mary Beth Magee  with the poem The Last Time

04/24 Are We There Yet?  Was won by Rula with the poem We're Almost There For It

04/24 My Favorite Cookie was won by Leslie with the poem After school treat!

The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

Intrepid (Cliché Workshop poem rewrite)

intrepid

damn you charlie brown,
tiny tim and sam hall!

Siren Song

if not for the shadow
be there a light?

where do poems come from
if not dreams remembered
from untamed floors of Jacob's sleep
swept and varnished
into hard gem-like memory

crystallized rock of ages
singing mermaid songs
gathering
into brilliant dust
to be seen

the price of comfort
a stone's throw into
circles of being
flowing
into the Sargasso Sea
like amazing grace

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsCp5LG_zNE

XVIII: The Moon

overwhelmed
by ebbing tides
foam does not salt my feet
and blue-bottles sway

farther out in tepid waters
bodies ethereal, erethismic
lost hounds
mourn under anaemic moon.

Silence is pristine
but this was a bizarre night
my mind was on a juggernaut
thoughts running wild

I wish I was at peace
not bitching about you
rather singing a lullaby
to salve my sinking soul

You had me blindfolded
in the dark web of your desire
blinding me in its lightning
just for a thunderous clap

In search of a sanctuary to quench
my thirst with your liquid passion
I chased each eluding mirage
like a Stag in search of his Mate

Life- Clichés and their use Workshop Re-Write

An old crone flaps her lips
cigarette  butt balanced on her toothless grin,
talking about youths innocence,
about how things are.

How life travels so fast
and teenage years pass
freedom never lasts,
and past loves die.

 Preaching the gospel according to the elderly
 the hard graft in the factory
the Forman looking over you.
The story of the working class.

The choices she never had,
and the Taxs that she paid.
The war and the friends 
That she made.

Blindsight

I'd never be able to tolerate
one as eclectic as I am,
so, I really cannot blame you
for going, "on the lam".

In fact, it's quite surprising
you stuck it out this long,
for you're the one who realized, first
that our union was all wrong.

In my defense, I must explain
I tried with all my might,
you'll never know the shock I felt
when Ididn't have things, right!

Scream Like a Hawk

Scream like a Hawk

Sometimes I want to fly as an eagle
Land on a mountaintop
Scream like a hawk
At the way life is

Sometimes I want to run like a gazelle
Into the wilderness
Cry resembling an idiot
Fleeing the way life is

Sometimes I want to swim like a shark
On the ocean floor
Sing like a killer whale
About the way life is

Sometimes I want to act crazy
Run wild in the streets
Strip naked in square garden
And dive into the fountain of youth

TRUE ENDURANCE

It seems that almost overnight
another high rise building rose
far surpassing sylvan giants' height
upon the blue sky to impose

Monument to unknown architect
another tower of reflective glass
and home to commerce's select
a marvel to any who might pass

With its brethren side to side
a forest of steel formed skyline
testimony to man's misplaced pride
( as if Man would suffer no decline )

A special peace poem...

A special peace poem

I don’t pertain the mantle of perfection,
I just love to see my words on a page.
Maybe it’s not so pleasant for others ,
keep reading it may improve with age.

Yours not mine…

To rumble around my big empty head,
with spelling and diction what i covet.
Can’t say what I write will be special,
but I can say without fear that I love it.

Hope you feel the same….

TROPOSPHERE

like a bruise deepening
thinning to the curve
of sky fleshed with cirrus
this bone breadth day
receeds and calms
in cool evening breath

exhausted slumped in
a chair an arm hanging
over Spent and with
heavy lidded eyes
I study the glam plantation
of hills and structures dotted
brisk like bones admist
the greenery and gristle

too tired to swim in the
gentle undulation of the
beachs offering
the dark green waters
restive and sedating

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