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This week the Neopoem Group has selected Myself, The Horizon, And The Sun by Kajiko as Neopoem Of The Week. Congratulations to Kajiko on winning this week's contest!

Thank you to the group for their efforts in selecting the weekly poem

Myself, The Horizon, And The Sun

The sun simply slid past me, threw me a wink which actually was never given, I paused and saw only the horizon, I saw its essence, evident display of affective signatures so typical to non-verbal utterances of what we dreamt of being: US, I and Her, She and I, for whichever way it was stated, it was still US.

Now I know, and I'm sure of what Pain is, because there never was a good bye, well at least not verbally, but good byes were "said." But then, surprisingly, I never stood a chance to make and present my plea, no jury, no court, safe the clouds of uncertainties and blankets of woes concurrently beating me to sleep at every point in time.

Neopoem Of The Week Contest Winner!

This week the Neopoem Group has selected the poem Off Ramps by Scribbler. Congratulations to Scribbler on such a fine write. Thanks to the group for selecting this week's winner.

Off Ramps

It's been so long I can't recall
anything but this highway
which I've shared with one and all
as time and life both slip away.

Just another traveler amongst the crowd.
kinfolk, friends and strangers too.
Rushing, passing, boisterous, loud
all in a hurry to get to.....

Neopoem Of The Week Winner!

This week the Neopoem Group has selected Flashes by Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu. Congratulations to Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu. To read and comment on this week's selection please visit:

in midst of vicissitudes
you say
let bygones be bygones

how can this be
when one bygone has eloped
bagging along
his inadequacies
beyond boarders unknown
and the other lounged into a hole?

Neopoet Random Challenge Contest # 15 wants to challenge you to write poetry about this month's random topic that is provided below.

Objectives: If you so accept this challenge, all you have to do is choose one or more of the following topics and write one or more poems based on your choice or choices. Please make sure your poem or poems are between 12 to 32 lines. Certificates will be given to those that use the topic as their title.

1) My Mother
2) I was Lost
3) Rollercoaster ride
4) It's hard to breathe

The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.


When in Loneliness think of me POEM OF 2010

When in Loneliness think of me

In the loneliness
solitude of time
just think of me
a friend of thine
upon my shoulders
lay your head and weep
if you wish to instead
when your tears flow dries
you will then know
how loneliness too also flies
a smile shall come upon your face
as when a lonesome stranger
like me the face you try to trace
in the mirrors of time
the shadows of life
when ever you are ever in strife
think about me and my lonely life

(All for Her) Sweet Sugar Girl

Fruitful land, a great and central place
Origin, definite meaning, still remote
Thralldom alive and thumping in the unfocused heart
Her Vanquisher brings death and bondage, contagion and misery
She wants the City of Smoke, Anavah, portal to the treasure
Biding west
In this, her era of exploration, she learned and exposed your sweetness
She is wise to your worth and your wealth and beguiles and hooks the millions

Mixed Messages (old poems #2)

He confuses me in every way,
With His words and actions that come each day.
He says that he loves me but wants to feed me my guts.
He’ll hug me then bang my head, leaving me in ruts.
He confuses me in every way,
With the things that he will do and say.
I would let him hurt me without making a sound
whether we would end up married, or I six feet in the ground.
Some days I feel confident that we will last.
Those days Ill think of whats to come and not the past.
Some days I'm sure he'll kill me if I don't leave.

She stayed because

She came with nothing
She came with everything
She stayed because one sided love was still love
She stayed because she saw glimpses and flickers of the man she hoped he would be
She stayed because in-between the bruises and tears, there were moments of promise and her heart hung onto them.
She stayed because she feared a life uncontrolled more than the one she was living
She stayed because she was conditioned to feel like she had to.
She stayed because going meant never coming back and she'd never given up on anything other than herself.

Judgement day

When our days are done
And every reign has gone
The land will till
And days will still,

Our lives fly thence
And every tense reign, whence
We get to know our scores
And make us the characters of the scene scores,

We stand to report our case
In the transparent base
Some are prepared for the feast
While others for the beast.


I wish you peace
on hectic days,
If it's dark and gloomy;
I hope you catch some rays.

If you ever feel sad,
I hope a smile appears,
I hope you conquer your
demons and face your fears.

I wish you courage
if you begin to doubt,
I want you to have it all;
never be without.

I never want you to
feel sorrow or pain,
Sunshine and blue skies
never see the rain.

Mystical Power

There is a mystical power in the flow of a woman’s body
She bleeds and creates
She has a ceremony of her own once a month
Creator has seen her fit to brings souls into this universe
She is the bringer of life, even if she is unable or chooses not to
She is nonetheless sacred
Celebrate the mystic without shame
There is no shame in the power to create life

Til' Death Due Us Part. (old poems #1)

Loving him is a death sentence.
If I go with him I will die.
But he has never been truly loved before,
So love him I will try.

Loving him is a death sentence.
His hands feel like death row,
and I've loved him far too long,
To let this feeling go.

Loving him is a death sentence,
And I will ride it out.
i will continue to love him,
After he puts me six feet in the ground.

Mistake Maker

Even before born, mistake I was called,
came out silent like I knew the thing.
Could not permit myself to be so bold
as to ever cry or laugh or sing.

Growing up was rather strange
in the atmosphere of utter fear.
Very tight was my comfort range,
calmly waiting the shouts to hear.

Never had the nerve to be proud,
hid in the shadows like a mouse.
Always felt like lost in the crowd,
never at ease in my own house.

What A Weekend 'Twill BE

Animated Life Love
No Strife
LET Life Beget
Honey AND Glory
A Marvelous
Week END Story
NOT Gory

Life is only given for once
all life is a merry story
let it be your loving one
with the one
you wanted
most all your life
hope she became
your loving wife

Ah this is just poetry
how silly one can be
inquisitiveness kills me


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