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Neopoet Weekly 07/14/24 to 07/20/24 Winner

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-07-20 21:18

This week’s winner is Shelby Pryor with the following poem

Higher and Higher

I've been on my back lately
I haven't tried getting up
I've embraced the tears
But enough is enough

I won't just get up now
I'll rise like a Phoenix
Shaking the ashes off
The life that I'll fix

I will not be passive
It is time to ravage
The fear inside me
I'll attack like a savage

Wipe the blood from my lip
Dust the dirt off my hands
For victory belongs to the one
Who runs, not who stands

Fire comsumes my heart
Burning up all the pain
You might have crushed me
But it was not in vain

What destroys the others
Will not mar my skin
The scars are finally fading
My thread no longer thin

So watch my eyes ignite
Watch my steps shift
I'll treat my life not as
As a curse but a gift

I am done holding back
Living like a caged-up lion
I will keep getting up
When it feels like I'm dyin'

So give me back the pen
Only I can write my story
Every drop of blood spilled
Is another step towards glory

You can deliver a steep uppercut
But I'm a last round fighter
Even with you pushing me down
I keep flying Higher and Higher

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2024 1st Half Of The Yearly Contest

Submitted by neopoet contests on Mon, 2024-07-15 22:59

The Winner of the 2024 1st Half of The Yearly Contest  is MermaidMaster  with the following poem

 

 

In Another Life I Live Bravely

Submitted by MermaidMaster

I want to live in the tallest apartment in New
York City, and peer my gaping eyes through
my window to see only dancing beetles below.

I will wear expensive feathers and furs, I’ll
dance with strangers, and I’ll party for a while
with headliners after sold-out shows.

I’ll walk the streets wearing only perfume and
watch men stand agape as I strut past, too awed
at my nakedness proud and aglow.

I’ll rebel and I’ll wail and I’ll cry out,
“Change will come! Justice will prevail!”
And I won’t shut up until Change comes and goes.

I’ll play poker with CEO’s, and kiss strange men in taxis,
and spin through the nights like a globe on its axis;
to live with honeyed hi’s! And never with lows.

I’ll do pilates and yoga, drink only red wine,
and I won’t dwell on the men who used to be mine.
I’ll live fast and so furiously young,
and I’ll die gentle, soft and divine.

 

 

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Neopoet Weekly 07/7/24 to 07/13/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-07-13 22:18

This week’s winner is hippiemoon with the following poem

 

Coal Mine Canary

Submitted by hippiemoon

Do you know about coal mine canaries?
They used to take caged birds down into the coal mines,
And when they would die the workers would know to leave too.

Let me be a canary in your chest.
Let me live inside your rib cage,
Feel your heart beat for me,
Watch your blood flow through your veins.

Keep me safe next to your heart
And I’ll keep you safe from all that’s bad.

Use me as your compass,
I’ll tell you to run when things get hard.

Let me be your coal mine canary.
Let me sacrifice myself to save you from the inevitable.

 

 

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Neopoet Weekly 06/30/24 to 07/06/24 Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-07-06 22:00

This week’s winner is Candlewitch with the following poem

 

                                                                                       Wood-smoke

Submitted by Candlewitch

We mellowed...
reclining by the camp fire
after a day of splashing,
swimming, and water games.

I shivered as
evening came in to surround us
with a cooling breeze.
Your fisherman knit sweater
you placed about my shoulders,
staved off a slight chill.

Your glittering orbs
held me intoxicated.
As I felt the last of
the sun's rays
leach out of the sand

Quietly exchanging daydreams,
I noticed, wood-smoke, was
the color of your smiling eyes!

 

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Walk

Submitted by Jakub Zoltowski on Fri, 2024-07-19 20:03

Slowly to the river.

I walk, every night. Just.

To see the world of my blank page.

The letters of my imagination.

Move on over ole Joe...

Submitted by Jane A. Rug on Fri, 2024-07-19 15:46

and let the youngbloods take the reins
infusing our promised land with hope.

You done good for America,
serving as laudatory President
from 2020 to the present
Vice President from 2009 to 2017,
and in the United States Senate
from 1973 until 2009.

Move on over ole Joe...

Submitted by Jane A. Rug on Fri, 2024-07-19 15:46

and let the youngbloods take the reins
infusing our promised land with hope.

You done good for America,
serving as laudatory President
from 2020 to the present
Vice President from 2009 to 2017,
and in the United States Senate
from 1973 until 2009.

Higher and Higher

Submitted by Shelby Pryor on Fri, 2024-07-19 14:35

I've been on my back lately
I haven't tried getting up
I've embraced the tears
But enough is enough

I won't just get up now
I'll rise like a Phoenix
Shaking the ashes off
The life that I'll fix

I will not be passive
It is time to ravage
The fear inside me
I'll attack like a savage

Wipe the blood from my lip
Dust the dirt off my hands
For victory belongs to the one
Who runs, not who stands

Internet

Submitted by Clentin on Fri, 2024-07-19 14:19

Device,
Invasive, swift,
Stealing secrets and thoughts
Privacy no longer exists
Unseen.

The Fisherman

Submitted by Stevo on Fri, 2024-07-19 13:00

It had been a harrowing night,
The cold Atlantic spray had chilled him to the bone, his fingers and hands were numb.

His angels and demons had fought a fierce battle throughout the night, neither willing to concede
His sails were torn and tattered
And his body bruised and battered,
but all was not lost… not yet.

Somehow he manoeuvred through the tempest and headed in the direction of an obscure and distant beacon. He had been to sea far too many times and one way or another this would be his last trip.

Ode To My Lost Wallet

Submitted by Rula on Fri, 2024-07-19 05:26

Oh my dear handmade wallet,
How deeply I miss you.
I knitted you thread by thread,
So you truly meant a lot
With that endearing texture,
And the sensational touch.
It's never about the cash I lost;
It's much more than that.
Losing you, I am losing
The joy of weaving time.
So you better be safe
In someone's caring hands.
Otherwise, I'm a loser,
Unable to keep you alive.

My Hero

Submitted by Apostolos "Paul... on Thu, 2024-07-18 21:19

I know the pain
Has imprisoned
The sun and
The night stars.

Words seem like
Pocket change,
Still, I offer them.
Maybe for a moment,
They can offer
Shelter from the storm.

I wish I could scream
So loud that it
Wakes joy
Out of her coma.

I would walk
Through brick walls,
Jump off skyscrapers,
If it meant you would
Be okay.

These aren't casual words,
They're more like an oath
That knights take
Before going to war.

The Crossroad

Submitted by Mr joghe on Thu, 2024-07-18 20:03

He crossed the path on the lane
Made with iron and bricks like the step-ladder
At the Intersection, he crossed the Rubicon;
Pun…un! The sound came in a shock-wave,
Nearer and nearer it’s coming
With its big head like a Black Mamba
That swallowed the slaves and their lords
With their hope and dreams
From a faraway land.

He did know he couldn’t cross the path,
When it moved slowly on its cogwheel
With its heavy pregnancy
Until it died.

An Inspired Limerick

Submitted by Triskelion on Thu, 2024-07-18 15:38

It's scary how sexting's a craze
it's different, how genX was raised
I propose STD's
won't affect many Z's
but the B's will precede the genA's

Version II

It's scary how sexting's a craze
so inane from how genX was raised
I expect STD's
won't affect many Z's
but the B's will precede the genA's!

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