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This week the Neopoem is Symphony in the Stars by Seren. Congratulations to Seren on such a fine poem, To read this poem please click the link below and leave a comment.

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This week the Neopoem is Recurrence by Kristen H . Congratulations to Kristen H on such a fine poem, To read this poem please click the link below and leave a comment.

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Divided We Stand

My opinion is wrong
And yours is right
My views are better
I've seen the light

You just don't get it
You're stupid and dumb
Your hurtful words
Make my heart numb

Don't we see we're tearing down
What we are made to repair
We don't have to agree, we won't
But that doesn't mean we can't care

In Memory Of The Good Times

When I think of you,
I remember the bad times first.
Slamming doors,
Hidden tears,
Words sharp as knives.

But the good times are not lost to those memories.

I remember our mornings before work,
Hot coffee and cigarettes on a cold, winter day before the sun came up.
We would chat about nothing as we sipped and puffed away.
Those first silent moments of the day were always special to me.

Tales Of Ancient Greece : Cruel Gods

From Aphrodite's gentle hand,
A gift was given,
Of a ring of great opulence and rarity,
Its exquisite beauty forged by Hephaestus himself,

What mortal could deserve such a boon,
Except for the young and innocent maiden,
Of the Epirus mountains,
Pure of heart and soul,

The girl blushed and took the gift,
And placed it upon her finger,
As white lightening surged through her body,
Making her feel as light as a feather,
While a wave of euphoria washed over her,

This afternoon I see you

shouting out to me

across the space between us.

And, clever as I am,

I keep the space a chasm;

my mind indeed a mumble

of mindless mumbo-jumbo:

Of such are media’s mantras.

 

But, sun behind me, warm

shadows point to you:

your petals splayed and orange,

how spread and full and round:

Zoot Suited

I’m a cosmic cat

Not too thin

Not too fat

Think about that

While in your little vat

Of batshit earth

Because I’ll be on the zoot

In my Emus space suit

Listening to rocket man

I’m a big fan

I know I can

Not

But with not much

To lose

And without any booze

We Twist And Turn

We twist and turn
like a storm in the
sky.

We shimmer and
shine like stars
in the darkened
sky.

Even though the
darkness might
seem blue there's
still more things to
say to you.

We spin like a top
round and round
we spin so hard
we might just hit the
ground.

The ground is dry
and hard like stone
promise me we will
never let go.

Winter surprise

Winter surprise
Faint sunrise
Hope beyond

Loving days
Beyond time
Two hearts meld

Conquers all
Day by day
Forever

Silent Love

At times remaining silent
conveys
all about a million miles

he also must be missing
smile at him
he'd be also needing

love does not come easily
oh dear lovely beauty

what we hide

In all these years
I never knew–
after all, what he has.
Looks, talent, vigor;
a poet’s hand,
a woman.
Now this, depression.
Are secrets what is hidden from us,
or what we hide from ourselves?

Crowbar

I am going to take a crowbar hit my head

Keep hitting it until I feel like I am dead

Going to hit my knees until they are gone

Hurt less than staying in the dark alone

I will take a drill and drill in my head deep

Until all of my brains out of my skull seep

Take my fingers and pluck out my eyes

So I no longer can gaze upon all your lies

Going to take a chainsaw cut off my arms

So I can no longer hold close what harms

Instead of being forever re-membered

I will be forgotten and dismembered

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