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Mother's Day Image Prompt Contest

Mother's Day Image Prompt Contest

Please read the following poems

And vote below.

Voting ends May 26th 2024

Mum... You and I

By: Rula

 

Together we witnessed time ebbs and tides:

we went through ups, we went through downs,

yet luckily we got each other's sides,

you and I, you and I.

 

Together, unwillingly, we grew old,

with devestating wrinkles, and white hair.

We both raised families, yet we're still bold

You and I, you and I.

 

Together we laughed, together we cried:

I uplifted your spirits, you got my tears wiped,

we stayed together, side by side,

You and, I you and I.

 

Together we lived for worse and better,

until Alzheimer's stole you, my bank of love,

although you promised to stay forever

You and I, you and I.

 

My Gold

By Mr joghe

 

In whom I spent my old days and nights,

Who rocked me in my cradle;

And fed my pretty mouth with a spoon,

Did weep while I should weep.

How much will I pay

For the pain you’ve taken for me?

 

Who worked that jumper to keep me warm;

Treated me with diffidence and respect,

Her healthy arms always be my stay,

And always admired my prudent face that filled with laughter.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

Who tired me with apology for being tiresome,

And asked twenty questions and never waited for an answer.

My timidity struck her at the first sight;

When she taught me to expect something extraordinary.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

I find such a pleasure

In obeying her commands,

That I take care to observe;

Shall soon come to bless me.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

I vow, I thought so;

Never, as among queens and princesses

In her age; to be explicit,

I’ve kept very little company

In pretty smooth dialogues with her.

How much will I pay

For the pains you’ve taken for me?

 

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Thank you for your participation!

Neopoet Weekly 05/12/24 to 05/18/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 


Mosquitos Suck!
  By William Lynn

 

Congratulations to William Lynn for racking up another contest win!

Neopoet Weekly 05/05/24 to 05/11/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

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When you are with me

Without you, loneliness.
Without you, unplowed fields of sorrow.
With you, a discovery
that life is better,
so much better
than without you.

CUSS

"I'm jittery"
a sigh
and sharp cold
sunlight falling
from the gentle
swell of cheek
like a golden
tear

collapse in
a seizure
an ivory ragdoll
dance
of death defying
detrium

the television
recites its pitch
throwing the phantom
glow and its rich
voice across us
huddled like crash
survivors on faded
carpeted landscape

"ffffffttttt!" you murmur
stirring limbs

On a Winternoon

~

In a most, colorful shade of brightness
on a winternoon;
with the shadows hardly bothering, at all;

the air's got a bite
as day ready's for night,

causing mercury levels to fall.

~

There's this chilliness inside the brightness
on a winternoon;
continuing to persist, to convince;

on a journey, Sol goes
causing shadows to grow,

one can watch Sol retreat, if one squints.

~

Phantom

A silent white shadow
A ghost on the breeze
Adrift in the air
I sail through the trees
A phantom a spectre
I scare girls and boys
In the darkness of night
An uncanny noise
Their eyes wide and staring
They listen for me
Envisioning demons
Or ghostly banshee
I’m spooky I’m scary
And what’s more, to boot
I’m an owl I don’t care
I just don’t give a hoot

test 1

To my Sweet brother

Had fights on silly matters,
Taught to handle situations better,
Cared always be it any season,
Without any selfish reason,
Equals father, mother,
A special gift given by god known as brother.

Transcendent

Transcendent
The wind carries me
across the face
of the ample full moon,
so pregnant with light,
it looks likely to burst.
wind, robust and hearty,
chasing the clouds rapidly,
obliquely, and temporarily
obscuring Luna's face,
then clearing it once again.
I ride the currents
with heart in throat,
trying to sing my pleasure,
but it comes out
a resonant hum,
reverberating throughout
my entire being.
I sense the light waves
as they caress and saturate my soul.

green mansions

If we could sit down for one Christmas dinner,
together,
after all the years
had converged and split our hearts
into yesterday,
if we could gather around the table,
sit down before we lose our balance,
drunk with the wine of forgiveness
after all the tears have been wept
and still be blown away by the constant wind,
the angry sea calming, the moon smiling
jagged cuts on our faces,
the bleeding
from the inside out stopped with the
sweet fullness of time,

just passing through the snow, breathing

Through the forest,
sunrise,
a severed heart
ascends and
writes its epiphany

you asleep as I
agonize this poem,
we slept
far away
from open arms

I yearn for
someone I did
not know

daylight

poems fall
away
in the silence
I would not know
until the dream
of you I had taken off
like a blanket
of white

dogs bark in the distance
between us.

I thought there would be more,
to this poem, I thought we could
never fall in love.

CRASH SITE

Bravo Foxtrot Juliet down, over!
Deafening silence struck
Realities eclipsed in the actual
The nation mourn in numbness

Locked up emotions
Gripped the people
With induced insanity
Fear fuelled the outrage
Tears mingled with blood

Rain washed down the sacrifices
Into the womb of the earth
On the farmland of Tunga Madaki
As one drinks water after a meal

Charred remains of corpses
Headless bodies and limbs
Scattered across the savannah
Moments before the windshield
Were healthy humans

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