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Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Contest Vote

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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!

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This week the Neopoem is

 

 Whistle Stop Grove by Izzi Reinier

 

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Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/14/24 to 04/20/24 Winner!

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This week the Neopoem is

 

Poetic Creations by Mark

 

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Neopoet Weekly Contest Winer 04/07/24 to 04/13/24

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there you are by  leoferaco

 

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A fool am I

Submitted by Leslie on Thu, 2024-04-11 07:53

Without your touch
and loving smile
your sweet embrace
and haunting eyes
a tender kiss
upon your thigh
the darkened night
moves madly by
your deepest secret
no longer mine
torn in two
a fool am I
the harvest moon
no longer shines
across the night's
forbidden sky
For you my love
were never mine
release my heart
put out the fire!

AWAKENINGS

Submitted by Alex Tanner on Wed, 2024-04-10 18:19

In darkened room somnolent she lies
while high above the horned moon
cast dim shadows cross the night.

So now she sleeps.
how soft she breaths,
no movement yet, she could be dead.

But winter closes, snows thaw then flow.
Earth warms, she moves,
her time has come.

Languid, stretches limbs;
She sighs, she smiles,
another year.

She stands a tip toe a ballerina fair,
looks on her world,
bestows new life.

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My Favorite Cookie

Submitted by Hon on Wed, 2024-04-10 18:14

A delicious taste of the
oatmeal raisin cookie
intrigue as a favorite kind
indulge in a hungry craving
for a sweet tooth of desire
from a grandma’s baking
permeate kitchen stage
fills with emotional display
that comes with a wide
an array of special
made for a guest's visit
A cup of chocolate milk
given add to a perfect match
for the lunch snack treat
at the spending moment
It embraces the heart with joy
elated smile put on a face
a lullaby song to play

Without You

Submitted by Lavender on Wed, 2024-04-10 11:53

"Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass..."
~ William Wordsworth

The trees have blossoms
of pastel bangles and lace ribbons.
I am lying within the splendour in the grass,
surrounded by naive hyacinth and lily of the valley.
A yellow warbler quickens back and forth, its song
stirring the air, flirting with a jealous breeze
as the ambiance of April envelopes
me, awakening my senses.

The clouds billow along.
I am floating,
waltzing with the sun.

Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Submitted by Jane A. Rug on Wed, 2024-04-10 10:45

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow
slinking along outer limits of
the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path
of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage amply
surges an emphatic YES,
verboten fruit adrip
with succulent juices as eggnog,

Cemetery suicide

Submitted by zuella on Wed, 2024-04-10 07:20

“I dont want to die”
You say

“Im scared of death”
You say

You drone on about how you hate death and everything it brings, and why you never want to disintegrate into a heavy, cold corpse.

But you rot every day.

Spectres release

Submitted by Leslie on Wed, 2024-04-10 06:49

I sought earnestly,
to speak with the dead.
To put an end to the hell
existing only in their head.
To conjure spectres
at night in their dread.
The ghostly images,
of light down the hall
would gather round
to answer my call.
Then venture forth
out into the night
and visit their graves
until first breaking light.
Released from their torment
here on the earth
ready to pass
from this life into rebirth!

Rhubarb Pie

Submitted by MermaidMaster on Tue, 2024-04-09 22:11

sometimes i think i have too much ambition.
i just can’t help wanting it all with you:

the garden in the backyard,
dirt stains on your jeans from kneeling in the dirt,
homegrown rhubarb pie cooling in our kitchen.

the coffee table photo album
with polaroids from a hundred different places;
france, germany, new york, and maine .

a big old tree for us to lay under,
soft grass to cushion our heads
and a sea of stars for us to admire.

When Will We Get There?

Submitted by Mary Beth Magee on Tue, 2024-04-09 20:50

How is it, in all these centuries
We haven’t yet learned to get along?
Why can’t we hold different opinions
Without coming to blows?
Why can’t we let people who earned something
Keep it, instead of stealing it from them?
Why don’t we recognize the human right
Of people to live in peace
And raise their children without fear?
Why do a handful of thieving bullies
Get away with making war,
And taking what isn’t theirs,
And abusing people?
Will we ever find ways to live together
Peaceably,

Spring Ain't Tomorrow...

Submitted by Geezer on Tue, 2024-04-09 15:57

Devastated with the news of
a late winter storm and black ice,
I was tempted to re hibernate
for the duration

Sweet little child of April,
the spring loaded cherub
of warmer weekends,
I was fooled by the sunshine

Woe is me... the jester grins dark,
and sweet April, mildly amused
promises to love me
next week.

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