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Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/28/24 to 05/04/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-05-04 13:54

This week the Neopoem is

 

  My Heart, My Heaven by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on another contest win as a neopoet member.

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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FIRST FLOWER (variation) IMAGERY WORKSHOP

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Wed, 2012-03-14 14:17

FIRST FLOWER

After a great to-do beneath the surface of the ground
the loam cracked and shook, one minute green tip shot up
the thrust of a sword searching in circular movement for the sun,
that spinning ball of fire with leaping flames
that lights up our rotating earth in spasms rhythmical,
all matter in the woods is ever moving, turning,

Workshop: 
IMAGERY IN POETRY (for everyone)

Buddha's Muse

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Wed, 2012-03-14 13:35

She walks
behind the Buddha
with her jeweled eye
focused on
nothing.

WHERE I'LL BE

Submitted by scribbler on Tue, 2012-03-13 22:26

Should you think to look for me
some day after I have gone
the grave is not where I shall be,
of that you can depend upon.

Why would you hope I would be bound
to bones and dessicated flesh
mouldering in the cold dark ground
where the winds never blow fresh?

Look for me in a chill sunset
at the end of a cold winter day
when the moon has not quite risen yet
to announce the end of day.

Breakage

Submitted by emogothgirl on Tue, 2012-03-13 21:03

A hairline crack becomes a hole
Swallowed by an eternity that never could last
Though I suppose it could be for the best;
After all at the beach you’re allowed no false security.
But for all the right reasons I cannot see this light
That everyone is so convinced of
So swayed by, but only biased by really,
And I’m at the point where I question myself;
Is reason evading me or am I the one running?
Can I do so much better, is it my fault?
Is this why I can’t write a song?

Nostalgic

Submitted by loved on Tue, 2012-03-13 13:18

Nostalgic....
At times I feel

Nostalgia is far overpowering
as we all recall
the times gone by

I do have such a memory,
implanted in my mind’s eye

for over many a decades
as if 'twere yesterday
but the memory remains till today
as if twas happening
this moment right-away
and I do say
pray,

let memories be our comfort,
all day

Let the night be chilly if it may
but memories will indelibly
memories stay

as if it was just yesterday…

Storms Aftermath Workshop poem: Imagery (Scribbler)

Submitted by Candlewitch on Tue, 2012-03-13 11:50

Scribbler's workshop:

Storm's Aftermath: auditory

the winds die down
to a whispering breeze
birds begin to chirp
and sing once again
squirrels chatter
back and forth
as children laugh
in tune with
the ice cream vendor's
cheerful chime
and the world sighs
with a contented relief

Summer In Carolinas

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Tue, 2012-03-13 11:28

When I hear the tweets of songbirds at dawn
Nesting in the oak tree outside my door
I smile at the sun shining on my face

A red bird scours the brown grass for food
Blue birds skeeter on tree branches above
Squirrels run up treetops scampering nearby

There is more fun in spring than wintertime
Tree frogs sing songs of joy at night
Fireflies lit the darkness as they mate

When I hear spring back, summer is here
Hot beaches call my name to the ocean
Hot sand between my toes makes me holler

Open Sepulcre.

Submitted by Zeussirius on Tue, 2012-03-13 04:13

From outer-space i behold,
a beautiful blue sphere,
what a splendid planet i comment,
look closely i am told,
what you see will feel you with fear,
so i looked kaleidoscopically;my eyes in torment,
past the green trees in the Amazon,
past the vast desert,
looking for something worth fearing,
in the animal kingdom i gazed at the sleeping Lion,
my eyes moving incessant,
endlessly searching but finding nothing,
till reason pointed my eyes to Adam,
I looked upon my kind,

AT 1:00 AM

Submitted by scribbler on Mon, 2012-03-12 19:58

Late at night
alone.
No company but thoughts
and memories.

Which lead to doubts
in old men.
Could I have done better?
Can I do better?

It is during these times
that the long knives
slowly peel our souls
and test the metttle
of our beliefs.

Do you ever wonder,
as I did in my youth,
why old men never seem
to sleep?

TESTAMENT

Submitted by Geremia on Mon, 2012-03-12 17:11

TESTAMENT

As time steals my days
I see myself decay
Still I have my mind
and pray
the beast will never find
me there
and if it does
i hope not to know
whereof
I came
whereto I go
and yearn to leave
this place
in the bliss
of ignorance
my enemies
my friends again
failures meaningless
where opinion rules
all betrayers fools
for having never seen
another human being
behind the screen
of words

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