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Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-05-05 20:27

The winning poem of the

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine is

 Backwards by  Carrie

Congratulations to Carrie on such a unique poem.

 

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!

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.

20 April Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/14/24 to 04/20/24 Winner!
13 April Neopoet Weekly Contest Winer 04/07/24 to 04/13/24
6 April Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!
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Wings

Submitted by tyro on Wed, 2018-05-16 20:21

I am standing on a bridge
in the still of the night,
the peaceful water lulling,

when a flash is caught
at the corner of my eye,
and I think I see the white
of wings tracing patterns
on the dark sky.

Then, as suddenly it is gone,
if ever it was truly there;
and my soul becomes restless
as the logical mind retreats
and intuition gains my heart.

The Unseen Soldier

Submitted by raj on Wed, 2018-05-16 16:24

[Sacrifice]
with a lingering kiss, may be his last, he waves goodbye
on firm foot steps, he marches on, may be never to return
leaving behind a wife of two years with a baby bump
with a host of treasured moments in the family album

[bravery]
what drove him on this checkered path
with life and death squares to cross
a right step holds a victory clap
while the wrong one a casket?

Politically Incorrect:

Submitted by OriginalRhyku on Wed, 2018-05-16 06:03

So many things you cannot say
Many groups can be offended
More the power, less critics may
Utter Truth that gets upended

Politically Incorrect
Better than political wrong
Nation gains when critics direct
Their focus on the rich and strong

SUPERNATURAL

Submitted by Mallory on Wed, 2018-05-16 02:58

When the supernatural utters its word,
it carries a sword and
is inevitable.
I never believe, interested;
In utterance rendered
From the belly
Of the beast-
Only on the mouthpiece
Of the supreme.
Oracle of old!
Who sincerely scold.

Not Used To Kill

Submitted by gregwa8 on Wed, 2018-05-16 00:01

we could all be more
like little children

with how we remember
and how we forget

going down the slide
again and again and again and again
or letting it slide

sometimes it seems like children
are the divining rods in life

finding the vein
beneath the surface

we grow up
and learn how much appearance
how much the skin
matters

we’re caught in war after war
based on the most superficial things

we forget the heart
that a child sees
like with infrared goggles

The dark

Submitted by The Eccentric poet on Tue, 2018-05-15 22:01

The dark strikes fear into the hearts of naive children,
Yet to lovers it brings them passion,
and moments of pleasure.
To the sick it gives hours of light relief,
from the agonising pains suffered by day,
but to the troubled soul,
countless questions and thoughts flood his mind,
disturbing much needed rest.

Night time brings lonliness to the single women,
but to husband and wife it reveals their love,
and contentment with each other,
displayed by loving embrace.

Her Favorite Pencil

Submitted by scooby on Tue, 2018-05-15 17:29

I wish I was her favorite pencil
Oh how She would write me with care,
She would use me in her journal
My pages wouldn't be the ones or tare.
I wish I were her favorite pencil
She would use me everyday,
And if she lost me
She would find me
In all of the best ways,
But if I were her favorite pencil
And my led was too short to fix,
Would she get a new one
And just use me as a stick?
For she thought I was more than just a single piece of wood,

One reason

Submitted by IRiz on Tue, 2018-05-15 15:17

I drop my motorcycle, stand up and walk
on the cracked crust of the dirt road
on the edge of the forest.

Still partly deafened by the motor
I hear a hallow staccato of giant woodpeckers,
the heartbeat of the late afternoon.

Black cows sleep-walk in the meadow.
Mustard and yarrow are in full bloom.
I take off my jacket.

I feel warm breath of the sun soaked earth.
I am lost in the honeyed air,
in my own wandering thoughts.

Stoned Valor

Submitted by raj on Tue, 2018-05-15 14:22

I saluted the beret
felt resolve in those steely eyes

soaked in the colors
of ribbons of valor
worn with pride

noticed a come what may powerful stride

marveled at the gait and muscular frame

an icon of strength, a beacon for youth

then I stepped closer to read
letters inscribed in stone

"Sergent Brave-heart breathed his last
on the battle front in Operation Desert Storm
leaving behind family, friends and an expectant mother
who wants to wear his colors"

Safe Place

Submitted by T. Harmonee on Tue, 2018-05-15 08:14

I stay hidden away
From the unknown
Tucked beneath the covers
Where one thing is certain,
It’s dark.

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