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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.

 

Not Clever

Allow me to express myself
collect each thought to mind,
reveal the muse, that twisted elf
observing from behind;
secure the secrets of my heart
to guard my weary soul,
infusing joy in ev’ry part
can, maybe make me whole.

Pertaining to my manic muse
(ostensibly a friend),
eternally he will abuse
my mind to his own end.

For me, for now, for ever,
unbridled poet never,
not least, as I’m not clever.

Trumpery and Co....

Fake news wins the day I fear,
our media call it all post truth.
Nuttal finds then wipes a tear,
another creation of his youth.

Blair arrives to call it foul,
heals himself with golden thread.
Boris commits to timely scowl,
both will soon be breaking bread.

If they can argue until May,
Euro laws can call brits to duel.
Judge’s effrontery can save the day,
smith dot co left playing the fool.

AMBIGIOUS SEIGE

and the perilous times are upon us...
Cinnamon bun basks
a toasters work
alas
tis stuck
can I do this she thinks
sipping butter from her lips
french manicured nails
gripped on a butter knife
The left side...sinister
is holding back its treasure
the long spool of hair
falls...the racket is clearly
heard the soft bumps
then the dashing like
a marten caught in
a conibear
'fucking thing!'
the knife clatters
bends her body
hand flat
hair dusted with the

The Appointment ....the finale /////imprint

''As my time is nearing
the coast of time
Soon I may also be
non -existent...''

A very young girl
we knew
just went into the ops room
and said

‘’meet you on the other side.’’

We all stand by the side of the river
when the stream will engulf us
no one ever knows

We just look blank
into wilderness
who is calling us
from where

She came into my dreams
and said

11:47

I lost...
the keys to the car...
I hot wired --
her poodle skirt wouldn't merry-go-round...
til I looked...in that last place...
Nothing there--
Ran out of gas...without them...merry-go-round...
Through a red light--
That'll teach me...What?...
I don't know--
Ask the poodle

Capture A Smile

In a frozen Kodak moment in time
You must seek to follow your heart & shine
Built on a promise of inner beauty
A picture is worth one thousand words
To the fine lens of a lonesome child
It's in an opened door and the call of the wild
Through the distant clouds it will appear

Broken

She sits alone in the darkness,
Suffering in silence
From the pain of a broken heart.
Crying because she misses him,
Unsure of what she had done,
To drive him away.
Was it all just a game?
Best friends they had been,
Love she thought they'd found.
The life she'd been dealt
Made it hard to trust him,
But she opened her heart,
to get it broken once more.
Her spirit's been lost,
Her Faith is running low,
Her heart grown cold,
And time has made her bitter.

MERCURIAL PLUME

steam tinge
reflection
dank hot hair
beads of wet
lick crawling
glitter in the lights
a ghost dance
witching hours
minute hand
spell
right to left

televisions sweet
low voice
on ivory drab wall
a summer wind
wishing promise of
rains stirs
hesitant wavering
above the eaves
a moon crawls

I COMPOSE POETRY

I am a poet for all
genere
of society
some like me some don't

I am no Angel
or
God
of poetry

Some read me
some smile with me
mostly along with me
so
IF you don't like
a particular verse
just treat me like a hearse
and
ignore
I ain't here to bore

I am a modern poet
for all gen-ere of all society

The Lighthouse Lament

My task is to protect and warn
An untold oath I've never sworn
Of danger I must silent shout
Illuminate a bright light out

I'm beaten, soaked and ravaged by
Relentless sea and glowering sky
Yet still I firmly stand my ground
And warn of peril all around

A thankless work, I get no praise
I'll stand alone for all my days
They're passing on the horizon line
Their distance kept, they'll stay just fine

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