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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.

 

Stan, Trees by Philip Larkin (Right Word WS) (new)

Have fun..LOVE..Stan
TREES by Philip Larkin

The trees are (bursting) into leaf
Like (whispers) almost being said
the recent buds (grow) and spread
their greenness is a kind of grief

Is it that they are (whole) again
and we (grow) old? No, they (will) too
their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain

Yet still the unresting (boughs) thresh
In full grown (splendour) every May
Last year (sweet) (memory) they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, (enmesh)

Workshop: 

Power Burn

position taken
position set
drive the anchor pin
we shall not be moved
this is war
suck it up
shut the fuck up
can't hear you
lalalalalla
wrong
wrongwrongwrong
monger monger
mangy monger
shut 'em down
power to us
power for us
a power lust
burning righteous
burning within
burn baby burn
burn it down
burn them bridges
bras, cards, flags, symbols
cars, stores, books, badges
burn 'em down
burn the whole fuckin' house down

Sub-liminal Aware-less

42
facial recognition
pause the slow route in blue suits
from rows of cartops seem alike
they are unique..different
cruising in wrap arounds
designer glass...
Confident strides
Confident as I
watching with new
made friend drawing
smokes in cupped hands
while winter winds hurries
on its way finding its place
down the middle
and at sleeves loose

the slush like applesauce
pressed into shoe prints
and tire tracks
profile an inch deep

Trees by Philip Larkin (Right Word WS)

The trees are (coming) into leaf
Like (fables) almost being said
The recent buds (unfold) and spread
Their greenness is a kind of grief

Is it that they are (young) again
And we (grow) old? No, they (do) too
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain

Yet still the unresting (sprouts) thresh
In fullgrown (bodies) every May
Last year (had) (gone) they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, (afresh)

Workshop: 

A LEGEND IS BEING BURIED NOW 10 DEC 2014

A LEGEND IS BEING BURIED NOW 10 DEC 2014

Oh LORD!

Oh! Lord if thou does’t exist,
pray grant me a final wish
that ere they bury me or incinerate,
in the cloudy rain and snow
the sun weeping silently
behind darkened clouds...

''''just a small wish...''''

give me life for just a wee moment,
to be able to rise and thank
all standing in ovation,
to praise me hence...

The Right Word WS TREES by Philip Larkin

The trees are grind into leaf
Like dust almost being said
The recent buds sprout and spread
Their greenness is a kind of grief

Is it that they are green again
And we feel old? No, they grew too
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain

Yet still the unresting leaf thresh
In fullgrown tree every May
Last year hallelujah amen they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, again

Workshop: 

It's an age thing

Damn it you out there, it is enough.
Reached out and feeling nothing
Crying again at some dumb ass problem
Can’t shake off this lethargic presence
It seems to have taken up residence.

Stair that are far too steep for me
People that make me so angry
Can’t they see what I see each day?
Why are they so bloody blind?
No energy to even curse them my way.

O friend

O My Friend

Hurling Poetry

eye lids drooped

brain can's
garbage lid
slid
slammed
dumpty down
thumping
the gray matter
a cranial grave

lumpy brain drippings
drooled off his tongue
a bloviating
poet
had become undone

spewing now:
semi-literate giblets
a mash of gargled verbiage
a hash of balderdashery

...voila!...

a unique rhetorical feast

his agent booked a full page spread:
" a fresh sensation,,, served
with french wines and bread"

Colors

The horizon had a violet hue,
Turquoise waves lapped far and few...

Perched on rocks black and askew,
Amongst the couples he felt so blue...

A crimson sunset was the view,
Wet yellow sand stuck to him like glue...

Returning tanned was a fishing crew,
Followed by white chaos that flew...

Shades of gray made their nets look grim,
But the silver shone as they swam aground...

Hung on a chain with green seaweed trim,
A rusty anchor groaned as it slowly drowned...

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