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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!

This week the Neopoem is

 

 Whistle Stop Grove by Izzi Reinier

 

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

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Wrong Doing

Leaders should lead with grace and humility,
Guiding with respect and empathy,
For when they disrespect others,
They tarnish their own legacy.

Thoughts

Thoughts on thoughts on thoughts
I never really gave them any thought

But as time goes on, my brain slowly rots
Forever consumed by my never-ending thoughts

Mindlessly clicking, scrolling, exploring
I wonder, does it ever get any less boring?

No, it doesn’t, but I can’t stop it now
It’s something my mind simply wont allow

I can’t let go of the memories we made
Each time you made my heart burn and ache

At the end of each day, it comes flooding back
Will these thoughts ever let me just sit and relax?

Dawn Hangs Low When Mist Abides

The walls have tears
when footsteps fall
in sorrowful ears.

Another Day

Here comes another day
I hope things will be ok
The rains have come, and things are green,
I look for things that are never seen!

I feel despair when others are sad,
I feel the anguish when people are mad.
I feel the shame when someone's bad,
I feel the joy when someone's glad

My heart it aches when it feels sorrow
Sometimes I wish there was no tomorrow.
For today is here, what should I feel
Yesterday just went and it didn't feel real.

Far From Home

The lights of the parking lot shine into the room,
As glaring at midnight as if it were noon.
Feels like I’m center stage in a reality show,
Everyone watching and I just don’t know
What my next line should be.

The curtains don’t close ’cause there’s no track to ride,
And they’d hang over the A/C if I tried.
No electrical juice in the wall outlets there.
My devices need feeding or I wouldn’t care.
And a lamp would be nice, though, to see.

Locked In a Basement

No idea how this happened

I’m completely in the dark…

Stay calm and don’t get maddened

This basement’s pretty stark

Must come up with something

I need a lightbulb moment

Desperate times, at straws I’m clutching

No vision and the scent here’s potent

I now empathise with blind men

Albeit for just one day

I'm feeling like a caveman

Without wall drawings on display

Thirsty like a duck out of water

And hungry like a whale

Alone like a lamb to the slaughter

Romance

Under the moonlight
shadow dance
you and I embrace
in a delightful stage
Share in the language
of romantic sparkle
with the happiness
filled our heart
celebrating the new
beginning of life
This marks the promise
of commitment
from god's grace gift
display of precious exude
with a sense of gratitude
granted from a wish
relish with a joy of blessing
for a final reunion

Identity

Fame is a goal
It is a legacy
It's a dream
Important to me

Standing in lights
Can blur reality
You're not yourself
But what others see

So if fame costs me
Who I am at heart
If that's the endgame
I don't want to start

I want to be known
I dream of the spotlight
But I'd throw it all away
To keep who I am tonight

If it destroys my spirit
Turns me into some entity
I'd burn fame to the ground
If it meant keeping my Identity

Army Men Memories

When I was young in my youthful years -
On days when the rain came to stay;
I’d pull out a bag of my army men,
And sort out the green from the gray.

Getting the blocks from the old toy chest,
I’d start to build thick fortress walls;
Then taking the tanks I would spread them all out,
While placing some jeeps in the halls.

Turrets stood up with majestic views,
As armies were laid on each side;
Marksmen were placed standing high and tall,
While all below stood up with pride.

Chains

I always loved to be free,
Not to be chained by my thoughts and words.
But with this, some problems arise,
I'm inconsistent with my does and likes.
I can't build something 'cause I feel the need to change,
Boredom takes control of me.
I try to grasp my feelings,
But my passion slowly dies.
And I am left there with only failures in my arms,
Wondering,
Is this who I am?
A fire that shines bright for a month,
And after that, I need another compound?
Or I just lack discipline in my life?

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