Best Nepenthe Poems

Written: February 14, 2025 for Contest by Edward Ibeh

“Quote: Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Edgar Allan Poe”

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Now I’m empty 
I’ve taken plenty 
of Nepenthe
and lost my mind 

Oh it wasn’t that bad 
or so I keep telling myself 
Lying here all drowsy
trying to remember 
why I took it 
in the first place 

Of course! 
I must’ve been trying to forget 
something...

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In the still of morning’s light
Softly glowing – in virgin’s white
Burning away the dew of night
Arising in shadows, stardust delight

In the sigh of a songster’s flame
Graceful stories, poetries dark shame
Bruising the mists with heartache’s game
Embracing the moments with love’s claim

In the silence of a sensation’s...

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Once found upon my lover's lips;
when softly pressed against my own
all else I knew it did eclipse,
and all away was sorrow thrown;
until the next morn's dreaded dawn
did wash away with virgin light.
Then, once again, my mind was torn
and thrown into its daily fight.
I long outstayed...

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Within the fragile frame of my fervent heart, 
tinged with the tinsels of the amorous night, 
my love gleamed with an enticing shimmer, 
reflected by the sequins of your subtle grace. 

In my enthralled psyche I felt the tempting touch 
of your intangible mesmeric charisma,
but...

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P o e t r y
the timeless nepenthe
to my aching soul,
a cluster of calming couplets
caressing the ventricular vortex within my heart.
When dark is the dawn,
when cold is the air,
and heavy is the garnet
I wear around fatigued fingers,
eager to release
the suppressed scars that linger…

Tonight, I listen...

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Love’s the elixir that banishes grief,
an infant sucking on his mother’s breast,
two childhood friends lost in banter and jest,
an ambedo trace granting soul relief.
Joy is soul’s diamond but ego’s the thief,
employing thought spirals that do not rest,
taking control by invading heart’s nest,
yet when touched by...

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I am a wounded man who has lost all belief! 
The Grim Reaper will soon be coming like a thief! 
{The fickle sickle of a pestering Jester}
Give me Nepenthe that I may forget my grief, 
And relearn to be joyous in this life so brief!...

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a cute child playing by herself
accepts chocolate by stranger
is taken to desolate shed
where four men played until she bled

hurriedly she was dropped where found
a known passerby brought her home
to scared dad, mother aghast cold
who cradled half-dead six year old
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ostracized, no child plays with her
no relatives...

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