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Frank Johnson
Member since May 31, 2026
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The Lost
Why did you take that, which was not yours? Why did you lie to me and tell me you loved me and leave me hungry and alone waiting up at night for you to return home.
When you finally arrived you we're intoxicated angry and not at all The person that I know, You did not care if I was hungry , scared and alone.
You were never there when I needed you so despondent and far away. While I weep with the angels to carrie the cross, count me among the sinners, and bury me with the lost.
Holding your hand now as the end approaches. Leukemia, the specter of death.The heart aches for closure that will never come But let us pray now that God grants us rest.
Frank Johnson’s timeline
- June 2026
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15 MonHighest posting month
June 2026 — 10 poems
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08 Mon
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08 MonPosted a poem
The Lost
"Why did you take that, which was not yours? Why did you lie to me and tell me you loved me and leave me hungry and alone waiting up at night for you to return home." -
07 SunReceived a critique
on The way of man from @Trouble
"Hey frank I sincerely hope this poem isn't factual what a journey too live for a child A Good hard hitting piece of writing" -
07 SunReceived a critique
on The way of man from @Trouble
"Hey frank I sincerely hope this poem isn't factual what a journey too live for a child A Good hard hitting piece of writing" -
07 SunReceived a critique
on One day. from @patrickgadoury
"There’s some basic spacing and punctuation stuff here, but honestly, that mostly tells me this hasn’t been sanded down by AI or even a grammar check. Believe it or not, that’s kind of how a real rough draft should look…" -
07 SunPosted a poem
One day.
"Little kids playing in the yard together with hearts full of dreams and big ideas." -
07 SunReceived a critique
on The common knowledge. from @patrickgadoury
"This has real anger in it, and I respect that. It doesn’t feel like fake outrage, it feels lived. The line that hit me most was “this is what I’ve lived.” I almost wanted one specific moment from that life, just one, be…" -
07 SunPosted a poem
The common knowledge.
"The common knowledge has been bought and sold. None of us know anything we just believe whatever we've been told ." -
07 SunReceived a critique
on Murder capital. from @Geezer
"the right amount of rhyme; I got the rhythm of this one right away. You know this would make a great rap-video? Of course you need a bit more of length for that, but I got the message right away. Good language, simple t…" -
06 SatPosted a poem
Murder capital.
"Little kids roaming the streets of south saint, Louis, barefoot and shirtless unsupervised and unwanted, and every predator in the neighborhood knew it." -
06 Sat
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06 Sat
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06 SatReceived a critique
on Anonymous. from @Lavender
"Hello! Excellent. Each stanza has its significance. The entire poem, raw and unsettling. But I think what stings the most here, is that brilliant title, especially followed with that almost cold feeling period. Thank yo…" -
05 FriPosted a poem
Anonymous.
"So many lonely people walking around empty and void in their search for Purpose." -
04 ThuPosted a poem
The way of man
"Cold and desperate hungry and alone.The heat is off and no one's home.There's no food in the cupboard , no socks or shoes for my feet , but there's guns and drugs and homeless sexual deviant predators , trolling my street. " -
04 ThuNew follower
@patrickgadoury
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04 ThuReceived a critique
on P.T.S.D/ The harbinger. from @patrickgadoury
"The only possible accidental thing that stood out to me was “my nightmares. and” with the period/lowercase “and” there. Other than that, this reads like prose-poetry to me, and I’m honestly a huge fan of prose like this…" -
03 WedPosted a poem
P.T.S.D/ The harbinger.
"A sinking feeling Crushing cold A darkness envelops, you like an unseen hand that grips your throat and won't let you go." -
02 TuePosted a poem
No one's home.
"Another night, temperatures drop into the negative. Working people sleeping in their cars, while politicians tell us it's not as bad as they say it is." -
01 MonPosted a poem
The dogs of war
"The bombs fall with the dawning of the morning light , shattering the hope of a new day , beneath pitch black clouds of soot and death " - May 2026
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31 SunFirst publication
Idolatry machines
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31 SunPosted a poem
Idolatry machines
"Sitting in my chair, my heart begins to race as my vision distorts and the room slowly melts away." -
31 SunJoined Neopoet
Membership begins
First poem published 1 days later.
About Me
About me
My name is Frank Johnson, I'm an artist. A painter poet and singer-songwriter. a lot of my work is a cautionary tale. A natural storyteller, I write from my own experience or experiences of others who have touched my life and as unbelievable as some of it may sound on the surface, It all comes from a real place in time. My inspiration is usually derived from the tragedy and beauty that is life, things that are common to man. The truth.
Location: USA
Favorite Poets
Spirit.
Recent Work
The Lost
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Contest Wins
| Winning Submission | Contest | Contest Date |
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| The dogs of war | Neopoet Weekly 05/31/26 to 06/06/26 | – |