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Mother's Day Image Prompt Contest Winner!

This winning poem of the Mother’s Day image prompt contest is

Mum... You and I by Rula

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This week the Neopoem is

 Loving You by  hippiemoon

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

This week the Neopoem is

 


Mosquitos Suck!
  By William Lynn

 

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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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A perfect poem

A perfect poem

Precious in its language use and flamboyant
Earthy it grounds me to the fluffy fertile soils
Reeking pleasantly the airs of joy, I am spoilt
For every word is a hiss of moist,
Edging towards point where my heart is oil
Creeps in my juggling bones, a spiraling cold
To this wonderful piece, I am owned, I am sold

Priss to describe this joint,
Oke that mends my soul,
Ever be my toned
Mesmerizing wonderful milestone

New lights

Before my eyes snow was twinkling,
An ethereal view, raining
The peak of the mountain takes its white coat
As eagles gather above
I'm hypnotized, lost in my tracks
Falling into a neverending crack
Until eventually a bird start singing,
And my eyes slowly start blinking.

A Tribute To The Hero

The guard that attended to us
Stood in combat to defend us
In death’s dark desert wild
Where delight abate
I’ve missed him like a music.

Through dust of conflict and battle flame
His knightly virtue proved
His memory hallowed in the land he loved
Where death is sitting
All skill, knowledge and powers
And the smile upon his cheerful faces
I’ve missed him like a music.

Bully me, yours truly
never ordained, gifted, or blessed
with mien mean characteristic
evoking, jump/kickstarting,
representing, nor zapping
friend or foe courtesy fiery intimidation
if anything aura, charisma, dogma, and karma
emanating, issuing, and oozing out
body electric of one heretofore bookish fellow
immediately facilitates characterization
hashtagged lucubration and manifestation of quietude.

Sunset

The sunset is beautiful
Isn't it
Such mesmerising and divine thing
That can take your breath away
Such gorgeous colors
Such a lovely view
But it will end soon
It has to end
It's meant to be like that
And i have to be aware of that

I forgive!

Soaring above the clouds of conceit
searching for some sort of spiritual relief
seeking a mantra to suit my own time
something impressive to placate my mind
to give my heart meaning, as I address
the questions that seem to so heavily press
words slowly form upon my lips
fluently pass from the inner abyss
into a notion so sublime and true
that allow me to say that I forgive you!

By Tooth Fairy Rules

A boxing punch knocked out my tooth
When brother jabbed me with a blow;
In grief, he said that I’d be rich,
If tooth was left in my pillow.

At home I showed my Mom the gap,
With baby tooth in hand from punch;
Then with a hug, she shared with me
About the tooth fairy at lunch.

That night I tucked my tooth in sham,
Then dreamt of piles and piles of cash;
But when I woke and found no dough,
I ran to mother in a dash.

Black feeling

Being. Red and misunderstood. And, what?
Does it hurt? To be.
A lover.

FRANK

In February of 41 promotion came his way,
His wife received a telegram the words on it did say:
Confirmed, Commissioned PFO,
Pilot Flying Officer to you.
Just 28 a wife and child
With hopes of a future new.

My Gold

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?

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