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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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my morning walk with the dog around Orchard School

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Wed, 2012-03-21 10:07

Maybe it's bronchitis or asthma
or my secret life as a witch
crushed beneath the weight
of stone.

I cross street after street littered with urban decay,
blue bags shredded in Sycamore trees
distressing emerging leaves.
But oh, the green, how it invades my senses!

GREY AREA

Submitted by AmmaKonadu on Wed, 2012-03-21 04:04

Drip...drip...drip...
From the tip of the knife, blood drips
As it hangs loose from my fingertips
...
I will not let go...I will not hold on
I will not be here...I can't be there...
Grey is my favorite color.

Metal to flesh...look into my eyes
I will not...I cannot slash your throat
Or drive this...deep...deep
into...flesh...fresh, human...man...
I love to drive things into things...

Keeping an Attachment

Submitted by Rainy Day on Wed, 2012-03-21 01:40

Keeping an attachment,
To a fragile thing,
Watching it roam the sunset,
And dance out over the sea,
By and by, the beat of a soul,
That feels more than words can say,
Pondering explanations,
From which one can never walk away,
It is a hope,
To keep faith in the soul,
Empathy amongst the shallowness,
Light surrounding the whole,
God gave us the ability to see,
Beautiful moments that pass our way,
An attachment between one another,
To a most fragile and confusing thing,

INDIFFERENZ [German/ Englsh]

Submitted by Geremia on Tue, 2012-03-20 20:50

INDIFFERENCE

You are the stillness
of a winter night.
the cold fire
of barren skies
the sun
that dies
in a morning mist.

You are all this.
You are Indifference

Indifferenz

Du bist die Stille
einer Winternacht.
das kalte Feuer
einer kargen Lüfte
die Sonne
der stirbt
in einem Morgendunst.

Sie sind das alles.
Sie sind Indifferenz

Recess

Submitted by William Saint George on Tue, 2012-03-20 20:08

My breath is poor,
My poetry stale,

I heard my ship mates:
"Sink or bail!"

I'll take a long rest
From my versed travails,

And hope to lie fallow
While all else avails.

If I don't recover,
Don't lose hope and wail,

So long as I breathe,
I shall yet prevail.

Things to do before you die

Submitted by shazbat on Tue, 2012-03-20 17:57

Gonna drive me a train
Gonna leap from a plane
Gonna climb me a mountain or two
Gonna dive for some wrecks
Gonna have awesome sex
Gonna go for a break in Peru
Gonna cruise on the Nile
Gonna eat crocodile
Gonna go down the rapids by raft
Gonna fly a balloon
Gonna go to the moon
Gonna stop being so flamin’ daft

Pieces Of Pisces

Submitted by Candlewitch on Tue, 2012-03-20 12:29

Pieces of Pisces

Wiser now..
I watch the surface
while
all the melted laughter
fades
from your voice
anxiety
fills the muted shadows
draws
the chilling deep
from
the light
of
your love
grown sleepy and heavy
in the twilight of your interest

the daylight that kills us with passing

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Tue, 2012-03-20 08:03

Let me see.
If I sit down in front of my laptop,
with my fingers on the keyboard,
will I begin to write with the urgency
of my lips?
Will they speak of my love
for you in the braille of my fingertips,
outlining the image of you forever
transmigrated in my heart?
Will I go a thousand kisses deep
with Cohen and feed you orange blossoms
of our redemption?

My love, do you remember the shards we put together,
one by one, lacerating our tongues? The
exquisite torture of becoming lovers, again.

DID YOU HEAR THE CUCKOO

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Tue, 2012-03-20 03:56

Oh I heard the cuckoo,
did you hear the cuckoo,
just now,
listen,
the silence stuns

and then far out
in the long low valley
again and
again...
cuckoo, cuckoo,
how we love that sound,

and yet she is searching
for some poor little reed warbler,
to lay her eggs beside hers,

even then,
there,
did you hear it again...
cuckoo, cuckoo
magical

as the wind stretches
and compacts the sound
seived through the spring trees
with their rustling leaves

A DYING WORM

Submitted by t. reflexion on Tue, 2012-03-20 00:44

A dying worm once said
I have no bone and spine
But not without courage
Some soldier ants stood stiff

What is my wrong doing?
O! Mother Nature, mine
That I can’t even fight
In the face of danger

If you must kill me now
I’m not afraid to die
But first take me someplace
Where there is plenty sand

Before you start to bite
Deep down into my skin
And carry my body
To feed your lazy queen

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