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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!

This week the Neopoem is

 

 Whistle Stop Grove by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on his first contest win as a neopoet member.

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Genie in a bottle

Your words of kindness
Encourages
Eases burning desire
Caged in my bones
To end my life

Your love of goodness
Lifts me up
From ground in which I’ve fallen
Hard cold and damp
Your warmth covers me

Like a Genie in a bottle
I decanter your gift
Place on a mantel
Above my heart
Reach for on days like these

Radius

I see my dream in plain view
I only watch
We have our arms
We will not raise them
No one is dreaming any further
The light has stopped flickering beside me
It must mean the thoughts have ceased
No one will reach for the dream.

Reverend Director IV...

Now a moment of revelation
Killer knows from whence he came
No remorse for his actions
There is just the payback game

For all the hurts that innocents suffer
He will give twice and more
Just as he gave to this one
Crawling slowly toward the door

The rage he feels is building
Uncle Michael is right here
Kill him now; but slowly
For his brother dear

The pain explodes inside his head
No relief is there in sight
Tears roll down his cold and stony face
He'll kill Uncle Mike again tonight

T R O U B L E

rust stains
sink drain
curtian stark
light lets low
the darkly show

A Desert So Heavenly

Senryu

Vanilla ice cream
Mouthwatering cake on top
Blueberry circle

Silver Moon

The hammered silver moon
upon a night sky hung
fairy wings and midnight dreams
of cotton candy spun

imagination wanders
to a land far beyond
and there we'll meet
on distant plains
where pain and strife are none

If I could make you whole again
it would be my greatest pleasure
For within every friend is found
the deepest of all treasures

and even though I know you not
cherished hopes are all I've got
to give to you to hold
till the sun is hung in pure gold

MAY and DECEMBER

MAY and DECEMBER
I waited for your call.
It never came,
It was 2:00 A.M.
No doorbell rang.
My heart began to sink again.

Every time you walked through the door
and I saw you standing there
I thought my soul would never bear
the ecstasy

When you ran your fingers through my hair
the softness of your touch spoke fire
and your caresses whispered love

nothing lasts forever,
you are May
I am December.

Will you dance with me
One more time.

I want to remember.

A Hollow Home

I had a son once,
He had a laugh bright as the sun,
One day he went out to have some fun,
And was taken from this world by a man with a gun,

I had a daughter once,
She was daddy’s little girl,
But now she’s grown and moved away,
She even missed her mother’s funeral,

I had a wife once,
She had eyes blue as the sky,
She always wore a smile in life,
And when the cancer took her she never once did cry,

Total Aquareness

Leathered terrace that I cling to
enlists the true, eclectic me
sometimes shavin'
always cravin'
to see the forest through the tree;

I've seen rainbows and spied sunsets
that would make an angel cry
and I notice in the distance
I'll see that same light when I die;

for instance my own Mother
knows how short that I had fell,
sometimes we may see a heaven
from a view that includes hell;

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