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

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-13 21:46

This week the Neopoem is

 

there you are by  leoferaco

 

Let us congratulate leoferaco on his latest achievement.

Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-06 22:02

This week the Neopoem is

 

Enchantress.by Alex Tanner

 

Let us congratulate Alex Tanner on his latest achievement.

March 2024 Contest Winners!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-03-31 21:16

Congratulations to our contest Winners 

 

Mother Nature  contest  was won by Lavender with the poem To My Monarch and Her Milkweed

03/24 New Member Contest was won by lostLA with the poem insights of a orphan

03/24 I Was Bullied was won by Candlewitch with the poem Ramming Speed!

03/24: What My Best Friend Gave Me was won by  Mark with the poem What My Best Friend Gave Me

03/24 Looking At The Stars was won by Alaethia D with the poem Dear Heart, One More Time

03/24 My Favorite Pet was won by  Alex Tanner withy the poem My Pal Jet.

Neopoet Weekly 03/24/24 to 03/30/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-03-30 22:48

This week the Neopoem is

 

Agony by  David Grigorian

 

Congratulations to David Grigorian on his first contest win

6 April Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!
31 March March 2024 Contest Winners!
31 March April 2024 Contests
30 March Neopoet Weekly 03/24/24 to 03/30/24 Winner!
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Tete a Tete [Blended with Sunku]

Submitted by raj on Tue, 2018-03-20 15:14

[He said]

Let me
feel essence
of your poem

[She whispered]

Wade with
me through
these wild flowers

[Together]

They smelled
caressed
her maiden poem

[When she blushed]

It felt
like wild bursts
of poppy seeds

Now

Submitted by IRiz on Tue, 2018-03-20 09:36

Moving up
on the escalator
climbing the steep stairs
the same way I did ten years ago,
I feel the same burning sensation in my muscles.

Waiting rooms prolong the gloom of impending doom

Submitted by aeron maccloud on Tue, 2018-03-20 09:01

It’s certain to be cancer,
or something I ate,
perhaps the undigested bile
of someone I hate

Mostly it’s the Nazi gnome
his domain his practice
he assumes godlike power
by the hour
demeanour sour.
He treats you like a slacker liar
but I’ve got better things to take
than his unearned ire.

I’m gonna get the prick,
I know where he parks his wheeled penis
slashed tyres and a brake fluid paint job
may just make him consider this

Don’t fuck with me.

BIRTHDAY

Submitted by Simon on Tue, 2018-03-20 06:00

The skies are blue
when the sun descends,
the trees are green
and the birds dwell.
all plants smile gladly
when the breeze visits,
for its a joyful day
a call for a feast.

An hour of conceiving is blessed,
the day of birth is marked.
Amongst your mates just smile,
with your siblings give a smile.
When friends and loved ones
celebrates you.
For parents and members
are bold and proud.

Self - Deception

Submitted by axe11e on Tue, 2018-03-20 04:06

Darkness...
Until I make out the shadows
by the light of a candle.

The wick, it wears thin.
Flickering schemes on the wall.

Disillusioned by the glow,
and I lose myself once more.

I see the truth.
I know it.
But I allow this fusing wax
to slowly drip
onto my polluted soul.

It burns....

occluding me with transparent lies.
The lies that I see through
and I deem myself to believe.

To The Dreamers

Submitted by alidzain on Mon, 2018-03-19 15:50

You say you have a vision
but you treat life like a fiction,
imagining trophies in your grasp
when your life is loaded with crap.

The car's engine is running
but no motivation to start moving
and then you complain
when you don't make the change.

If you live only in dreamland,
then you embrace denial,
how can you rise like a man
and see your own potential?

I refuse to say it's wrong to dream
but surely you must know
dreams will never be real
if action is just a no-show.

LAST PARTY

Submitted by scribbler on Sun, 2018-03-18 10:27

Sing no dirges when I'm gone
loss isn't how I've lived my life
so do anything but grieve
for passing won't result in strife.

Think of me, if you're inclined,
and picture me when in my prime
long before the years began to bind
and built up on me like rusty rime.

Or next time you are in a wood
close your eyes and listen close
to how the forest doesn't brood.
I'll be near where some small stream flows.

silken pyjamas

Submitted by lovedly on Sun, 2018-03-18 07:12

Pyjamas
or not
silky are hot
some like to silhouettes
show off

All like to show
the sides
the woods
the forests too
without pyjamas
would you like
also too

The smell of skin
the hollowness
of rattling bones
we love to hear
deaf may one be
but would you too.
without pyjamas

yes these softy things
all see
speak for the desire in you
wear no pyjamas
will you try to...

Dear Cell Phone (March Contest)

Submitted by T. Harmonee on Sat, 2018-03-17 22:12

You’re six gigabytes worth of pain
Everytime I turn you on
I’m watching a video when you shut off
You’re driving me insane!

I bought you a new battery
And then cleaned up your screen
So what is the problem here
Why are you so mean?

You twitch from drops of liquid
Pop open all your apps
I can’t even hear my ringtone
You act just like a kid!

Hours, Days, Weeks, Months
Our communication’s ghost
I can deal with you no longer
This relationship is toast.

Poem in two movements

Submitted by IRiz on Sat, 2018-03-17 18:16

Time is composed from seconds
like music from notes.
There are a few rules to follow
otherwise
it more or less flies.
Life is from smiles
of millions of solders complying
with birth to death march
from the first hug
to the last breath,
from the first cry
to the last time being cried about.
A cozy confinement of love
from the first touches
to the last phrase
together
in photographic frames,
letting the cars to pass
sitting in traffic.

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