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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!

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Crazy Missing You

I've lost all reason
Since you've been gone
don't know if I can carry on.

This empty feeling
pervading me
is sapping all my energy.

Within this haunting
I'm in a flap
sorely troubled in doldrums trap.

So when the night folds
and twilight burns
I fidget sheets of toss and turns.

I'm going crazy
just missing you
I wonder, Do you miss me too?

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the rural woman

the boa has excreted gold! - in etymology
cold sequin silhouettes morning sun set on fold
gone from milk tower brim conjunctivitis unfold
skins of the samite , flew modal
computer blood, fig garner feudal
machine bleeds her fingernails epochal

Just Thinking

Can’t you see me standing here?
Am I bloody invisible to your eyes?
If so just think of me, things will clear.
I am waiting for the thoughts to arrive.

I hear you laugh as if I am a fool
Hold on, there are many things to talk of.
Too many what if’s, and maybe’s cross my mind.
What of this life now we have reached this point?

Where do we go from here, this crossroad’s?
Why do we have to choose, does it not happen?
I sink into dreams each night that tease my ways.
Why am I able to run so fast, and do many things?

blackacrylic

tail lights in windshield slush
like the sleeping murmur
an evenings lush
slash

demure roar
the six hungry for the road
the lone driver
dressed in grey

Come home un-draped edit by Judy and Mand

Come home un-draped edit by Judy and Mand

When they don uniform...
they marry a coffin

so grieve not for soldiers my friends...
it’s the promise of country's patriotism ...

either they come home
or are brought draped....

to fade away
into the oblivion of time
without a bell ring
they
go...
with unsung grace

SECOND VERSION

Come home undraped

Some talk clueless

Ppl who communicate well
should communicate less
with this kind of mess
calling ppl scumbag is harsh
as their heart's in marsh
when justice for them has apparently fell

Adolescent Games

Taking apart petal after petal;
"He loves me"
"He loves me not"
"He loves me"
"He loves not"
Others' might have bloomed,
Not mine though,

It withered out
Alike the taken apart petals.

Icarus and Daedalus

Poor father Daedalus
Was blessed with Icarus,
And what a fool of a son was he.
Such an ingenious inventor
And scientist for a father,
He blamed it on his mother’s genes.

Both caught one day
In a place far away
From the family’s hearth and home,
While Daedalus worked,
Icarus sat and jerked,
Crying on a mossy stone.

But Daedalus did it
To escape prison Crete
He made wings for him and his son.
“We’ll fly from this lair,
We’ll get away from here,
And in doing so we’ll have some fun.”

The Sun of God

Excuse me please as I lace these lines with something potent

This is only a moment my day of atonement My words so ferocious

I can turn a Lion into a swarm of locust Buzzing My all ain't for nothing

For one Lend me your ears not your sympathy Crucified by those that were suppose to Love Me

Reading these words your showing me love I am Jesus My mama is Mrs. Butters-worth

Intense

Eyes close when lips meet
and reopen when they part
in between is bliss

matters not how long or short
but how deep is the desire

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