Best Neon Poems

Above, the shrill of neon lights portend
a promise of new love in garish hues,
but for a broken life yet on the mend
the darkness of the scape brings only views
of solitude when memory accrues
as strangers unimpassioned eyes peruse.

The music wafts from grottoes down below,
blue jazz and...

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I see a Neon Lady,
green rain from the clouds.
Yet she is pure evil,
this engraved upon her crown.
Six hundred million people,
into dust on scorched ground.
I see a Neon Lady,
green rain from the clouds.

I see a Neon Man,
bad rain from the clouds.
He's draped in red linen,
his evil...

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Sodden dripped of midnight words
A slurred plight 
Perhaps of tonight
Broken in the sobering dawn
In this smoky staleness
We meet in false courage
Eluding the touch 
The tenderness we cry for
Fearing heavy
Those frangible lovers
Remaining hidden
Behind bloodshot eyes
Masking the obvious veracity
Of a single hope 
A love repressed in the...

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Neon Night


The city dreams in neon lights
Quietly hiding our secret lives
This changing world, a hidden hell
The worker ants with human shells
The city's servants smiling slaves
The thinkers cower in their caves
Electrical hearts told to beat
Mechanical life; human defeat
The soul of freedom gladly sold
Our happy lives a...

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When dulled down shock painfully became
a pickaxe ache behind shimmering eyes,
the bludgeoning screen hammered memory cells
repeatedly, over and over.
Tears exploded, soft rain dampened flame,
the grumbling dust cloud debris disguised
broken hearts bursting in agonised swells
searching for life confirmation.

Crashed vultures, evil in senseless flight,
beating humanity for hours...

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Lightning bug flying
here to there to here to there----
countryside neon
       
Its light display, fabulous
can’t say as much for spelling

 For Brian’s “Tanka Me” contest
© May 24 2010...

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At last...
The cold, drizzling rains
Are letting up
And letting me out...
Weary legs need a stretch
So tired of wrestling
With things I cannot control

Out on an aimless walk
Confused and lost
Yet I know where I am
And that's the hardest part
And the hardest to forget...

The night and the city
Tries to...

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Loss cuts like a knife
Where you once were silence grows
The city halo beckons
While the breath of death
Lingers right beneath my skin
Tempting glow of fate calls me

Start over again
Without you, yet without dread
Lighting my heart once again
City of Angels
Leading me back to hope, life
Let you go,...

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NO MORE NEON NIGHTS

There was a neon sky as a prologue to the rain
While colors  flickered brightly at twilight
I missed the rain but eventually felt the pain
While the septic sky was an epilogue to a loathsome night

The sky, swear do i, became electrified
As blazed...

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Tennis players once wore white – 
A snobby rule, I think – 
But how that’s changed! I guess that’s why
Here’s Federer in pink.

In truth, the pink is just a trim
To jazz his shirt and shorts.
His sneakers, though, might be a slight
Distraction on the courts.

I’m all...

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nowhere in the neon lights
does it say hold on for dear life
we grab the bridle and dig our heels in
bouncing up and down as it kicks and spins

we sit in the diner--it's near midnight
you can see the damnedest sights
we stir our coffee trying not to...

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The city's an illusion;
a quilt work of hopes and dreams.
A fantastical façade;
where nothing's quite what it seems.

Sex breaks free from its cocoon;
flexing neon wings at night.
And salacious bars attract;
as fledgling feelings take flight.

Like a shadow in the dark;
truth is invisible here.
And the indelible smiles
fade when...

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on the pulsing floor
barflies wiggle and shimmy
fear and pride~  shot drowned...

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air rockets skyward
uppercutting inside
plastic neon flesh
contorting at inhuman angles
what does my body language spell?

ankles anchored into the Earth
to stay grounded as the wave
of time and space crashes
a flood of stagnant flux

there is a symphony of bones
snapping and cracking
in twisted orchestrations
the act of existing for me
is...

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Angelic smile so innocent
Neon soul glows within it
Green growth day by day
Emerald eyes in baby’s face
Little lavender lighthearted laughs
Smiles for miles always glad...

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