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April 2024 Contest Winners

Submitted by neopoet contests on Tue, 2024-04-30 20:38

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!

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Contest Vote

Submitted by Apostolos "Paul... on Mon, 2024-04-29 23:58

Vote for this month’s image prompt contest winner

Voting ends May 6th 2024.

Vote at the end of this newsletter.

 

Backwards

By: Carrie

G
All the things that I wanna write
C
Have been written
G
All the songs that I wanna sing
D
Have been sung,
G
All the things that I wanna say
C
Have been said before
D A Em G
All the things that I wanna do have been done.

G
I wanna fly a kite
A
At night instead of day,
C
I wanna drive a big old truck
D
The opposite way
G
I wanna laugh when I’m sad,
C
And cry when I’m happy and gay
D A
I wanna do what no one’s done
G
Any other day.

G
I wanna wear all my clothes
A
Wear em all inside out,

C
I wanna be real quiet,
D
When everybody else wants to shout
G
I wanna see the stars
C
When everybody else sees the sun
D
I want my day to end
C G
When everybody else’s has begun.

C D
Wouldn’t it be weird, wouldn’t it be funny and strange
A
If everyone thought like this,
G
Slightly deranged.

 

 

Lost Love

By: Alex Tanner

Should I recall those blissful times
When we like climbing flowers entwined;
Our blossoms scented evenings air
As Love and Lust forsook our cares.

Your laugh was soft and gentle,
A butterflies wings in spring,
Dancing on the sunbeams
Enough to make me sing.

Eyes so bright they sparkled
Diamonds on moonlit snow;
Flashing hither and thither
To make my pulse race so.

We held each other gentle
Yet tight so not to break,
Though deep, our love could never last,
Different paths our lives would take.

For fleeting months we tarried,
Each time we met we knew
This may be the last time
For lovers hours are few.

If I love ten thousand women
Tis you I will recall;
You gave yourself so willing,
For your passion I did fall.

On black nights as the wind howls,
As I lie in a bed so cold,
Your soft voice echoes 'cross the years
To warm my lonely soul.

                                                                                                                                         

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Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/21/24 to 04/27/24 Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-27 23:40

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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TATTERED LEAF

Submitted by scribbler on Fri, 2012-08-24 22:53

With autumn just around the bend
on this warm late August day
worn summer leaves look near their end
as green fades and edges fray.
They prepare to end their stay.

The limbs which hold them look worn out
from burdens born through countless showers
when hard rains pelt and fierce gales shout
but usually for just a few hours
then tempests end and lose their powers.

Not Your Cup Of Tea?

Submitted by brittle light on Fri, 2012-08-24 13:26

glazy dazed eyes
dark
splintered squints
on shakey stools
dissing fools
of trudging drudgery
even those of flinty passions

we are barroom brothers
grounded in no bothers

chillin' and chattin'
and,
as is our fashion,
never too mindful
of hopes and dreams
(lost or found)
of ours
or others

we,
being bound by no druthers,
find a game, or two,
of pool will do

as for tomorrow
who knows
don't care

HURRICANE -edit

Submitted by Geremia on Fri, 2012-08-24 13:06

HURRICANE

The air is heavy silent grey
no egrets statues
In the lake
today
the smell of alligators
rot and decay
float slowly towards
the eastern shore
from stagnant waters
of the Everglades
once more.

Nature stands stunned
In fearful anticipation
There is a monster in the sea
and it is coming
this way
to feed and prey.

Peace

Submitted by Seren on Fri, 2012-08-24 07:38

Kneeling

as the curtains of time
slipped to drift
in the river of days,
my eyes sighed tears
and my heart
cupped to capture
its communion

praying

as the folds of hours
enveloped and draped
to pool, over hands
in humilities hold,
as each whisper
travelled mere moments
to awaken a Star

unknowingly

my words
had filigreed to glimmer
in milli seconds of wonder,
and the Sapphire dome
now shimmers to mirror
a future enthralled

at peace

To believe or not to believe

Submitted by weirdelf on Fri, 2012-08-24 04:35

Lost god and the elves

There was a time as a child
when elves spoke
and god was the man in the robes
at the front of the church

Christianity indoctrinated me for a while
then I tried to convert a jew
Bigotry claimed me, a lapse in thought
and I blamed a gentle Muslim for jihad

I thought and thought and thought
do non Christians go to hell?
Original sin says so,
so I dismissed that nasty idea.

I studied hard too
theology, philosophy, science.

walking the boards

Submitted by judyanne on Fri, 2012-08-24 02:15

amongst a cast of lead-supporting roles
though minus script, performance underway
without rehearsal, souls, not knowing goals
from cradle, muddle through, until croquet

mistakes recorded, frozen in forever
creating rippled footstepped lights of hours
to decorate the scars of great endeavour
before the tidal-wave of time devours

while back-stage in the recess of re-runs
imagination’s post-mortems beg change
to find the answers all returns as questions
the thing about this theatre that is strange

BITTER AND SWEET (rhyme patterns final version)

Submitted by scribbler on Thu, 2012-08-23 22:37

The birds sing in courtship's display
on this, the first warm day of spring
unfortunately the wasps are out
along with fire ant mounds of clay

Flowers' perfumes drift upon the breeze
along with my true love's faint scent
whose "look" tells me to cut the grass
and then trees' pollen makes her sneeze

And walking along a clear lake's shore
where the fair ones swim and ski
I glance down at my knobby knees
then look at the girls once more

Workshop: 
RHYME PATTERNS (part 1) let's begin

Bunch of Needy People !

Submitted by docmaverick on Thu, 2012-08-23 09:28

Misfortune searches for another like same
because misery loves company;

a challenge enjoys another challenger
but, needs a loser for a victory.

The wealthy really don't care for the rich
but, there are networks to be made;

the blue-blooded wealthy would rather ignore the rich
with the way they're always stealing the shade.

Complainers want something to complain about
someone else, must fit that bill;

the greedy are always hungry
but, they never get their fill.

Let go (Rhyme Patterns #1) Last edition

Submitted by Rula on Thu, 2012-08-23 09:22

A true fact of life is:
It's not always black or white,
but a mix of this and that-right,
which is, I trust, a bliss.

So when the woes grow, swell
find a way to your young heart.
Let no pain incise that part,
let no troubles there dwell.

Clean the stains of hatred,
in love's sponge let all that go.
Wipe out the tears of sorrow,
time needs not be wasted.

Now, hurry up! come on dear
put your helpful hand in mine.
Ways with gold shall ever shine
when good intentions clear.

Workshop: 
RHYME PATTERNS (part 1) let's begin

of stupidity!

Submitted by loved on Thu, 2012-08-23 06:11

he was stupid
his Stupidity ...
a word
we ought not to use in poetry

well the end was well for him
he having become a celebrity
only coz of his stupidity.

Some day perhaps
it may well be me,
as master here says
I too know
no fuckin' poetry
only he does perhaps
and
so who will miss me?
he or none
that we'll have to see
Albeit ,
I am sure to be remembered by many
including him
and
of course you too,
and
perhaps only you two

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