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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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Flight Plan #3

Submitted by docmaverick on Sat, 2012-10-13 07:29

From cuddles sublime
to a more complex time
when we still, were finding our ways;

thought we knew it all
but, we'd eventually fall;
although allowed to see the scenic route in life's maze.

We knew of no fear
while still learning to steer,
flying high, by the seats of our pants;

we lived without care
and cosidered each dare,
we played hard, and we all learned to dance.

We sure had our fill
of good times, if you will;
where each lesson truly played with our hearts;

.............................p a r e r e

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2012-10-13 03:08

stillborn winds
stir

the current
takes them

an ocean of night
deep thick

I am just
a dreaming

they alll love me...you too!

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2012-10-13 02:27

they all love me

the world is now in love,
someone with someone,
some with me for fun
so many love
so many others too…
to broaden their limited vision
I am in love with all poets too
who
so ever praise me
or
advise me soulfully,
of which there aren't few
this I wish
you my new found friend also knew

LATE SUMMER DRIVE

Submitted by scribbler on Fri, 2012-10-12 22:37

Gravel groans beneath my old truck tires
driving slowly down this remote road
dust plumes rise like double pyres
coating roadside weeds with a gray load

All is a faded worn out green
from thunderstorms and summer sun
but here and there some gold is seen
on poplar tops above duff's dun

I cross a bridge with thick wood floor
above a creek that's nearly dry
with autumn rains it soon shall roar
beneath a cooler wind swept sky

Tommorow

Submitted by STA on Fri, 2012-10-12 17:07

Today i am filled with anger
fueled with hidden hate
scared of being outcast
afaid of common fate
today is built on tragedies
which no one wants to face
nightmares to humanities
and moprally disgraced
tonight is filled with rage
violence in the air
children bred in ruthlessness
because no one at cares
tonight i lay down
but the pressure never stops
knawing my sanity
content when i am dropped
but tommorow i see change
a chance to build something new

Burger and Fries

Submitted by captjack on Fri, 2012-10-12 16:15

A big burger and lots of fries
not the best in terms of healthy, you say.
But excuse me, did I ask?
A ride on the greasy side of life,
no doubt a dangerous delight.
But at its thought,
I’m Pavlov’s dog.
I’ll risk that beating by the great OZ,
doctor that is.
Dismissed as well
the sucking sound of shrinking arteries,
as without ceremony
I devour this
killer feast.

precious memories

Submitted by judyanne on Fri, 2012-10-12 09:03

as a stranger answers to your name
precious moments tumble
forever re-arrange
at their desire
events to play over in my mind

connect me with eternity
immerse me in the
emotional maelstrom
of love and pain that
had me crumble
under strain of under fire

suffocated by the veils of time
mixed with memories formed easily
omnipresent in my own magical
keepsake kingdom --

momentous or humble,
evenly strummed on evermore's lyre
nurtured
as is a well mellowed wine

Workshop: 
Mindful Memorable Freeform: The Challenge

Ajax

Submitted by themoonman on Fri, 2012-10-12 06:07

If you think they're greedy now
wait until we're face to face,
when all that's left of our burning world
is a sampling of the race.
Do you suppose they will change
or go down ever scheming,
never admitting they were the cause
of mankind's cleaning.

Never did mind
doing the washing,
and I always pitch in
when something needs doing.
I slip on my work clothes
strap the tool belt on,
tie up my boots
there's work to be done.

...c o r n u a...

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2012-10-12 03:42

ovid sound
awake

was that a winds brush
a dream rest speaking time

thoughts hiss
the machine drum run

if I was broken and ill embodied
I am not special

just ordinary
breathing dreams in my corner

Dogged is a Life

Submitted by Roscoe Lane on Fri, 2012-10-12 03:40

Dogged is a Life

Real dogs don’t take their
shoes off at the door,
leave no personal footprints
on your pristine floor.
They slide through lives
like ancients on speed,
giving nothing, only sampling
to fulfil their need.

Their tales are never waged
to fit in any others suit,
but the tail always stands
tall with a solid root.
Never snarling unless a
snarl is so required,
in control, although they
at times seem wired.

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