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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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the polygamy of poetry

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Fri, 2011-12-16 09:16

She gave.
And it made no difference to the stillborn sky.

She gave and he wanted more than she had to offer,
they both went their separate ways but ate lunch together
wished each other well and lived in separate hells.
After all, they were swans copulating
with tourist attractions
and then the rain fell down in white satin sheets and
old love lyrics:

"What do you want you poetic heretic
you've disarmed me, a poor-man's de Milo.

Now leave me alone. I

Sex and Poetry Writing

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Thu, 2011-12-15 23:57

Where's the love in you
The love you claim belongs to me
When I fall for your convincing lies 
You shrink back leaving me high and dry

 I gave you my heart, you threw me a bone
A bare bone, lacking flavor
Just as I began to put the past behind me
Your vicious cycle of contempt tires me

I won't toss my safety net 
My zone of friends that love me
I keep it all inside, the joys I reap
From writing poetry, staying true, free

Writing poetry should never be better
Than sex

Different Situations

Submitted by poetic_trellz on Thu, 2011-12-15 21:23

Mistakes, Mindless behavior,

tryed to see her different but my mind won't change her,

she opened up a part deep in depth , tears, and anger,

couldn't take apology's so that did me a favor.

Worked real hard and tried to be a good kid,

time slipped past me now im regreting simple shit,

zoning off the topic here I go wit this again,

supressing on a memory on a time way back when.

My bad to you, her, and him and,

it's hard to let it out when your emotions won't listen,

OF LONELINESS

Submitted by t. reflexion on Thu, 2011-12-15 18:32

It is not only when I am alone
That I feel cold hand of desertion
Loneliness gnaws at me all the time
I tipped with love, not returned
Like water on back of a fowl
Poured out without a receptacle

After the clattering noises of children
Young boys and girls find their nests
The babbling crowd only an illusion
The rumbling thunder roars the return
Of dry season and cold harmattan wind
I sat under the eve listening to the songs

CUSP

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2011-12-15 14:24

fingertip chipped nail
pushs the pretty pearl buttons
sweet stitch aperature

history ghosts
watch
along the
rippled hall
tired tile floor

fill my listening with
your words sung
by happiness's
lilt

sunwarmth touch
in a tomb spring heart
we keep up

TOWARD NEW LANDS

Submitted by scribbler on Thu, 2011-12-15 12:31

Back in his youth when legs were strong
he never could sit still for long
'cause every view however grand
held no match to newer land.

As the years passed by and he gained age
with each day an added page,
he still liked to see new scenery
while leaning against some random tree.

Autumn became his favorite time
when standing waters first showed rime
for this was the special time of year
when he'd go forth and hunt for deer.

Undercover angels

Submitted by DawningDaytripper on Thu, 2011-12-15 09:46

It was half past 3 am on Sunday night
down on Hawthrone st
I was keeping to the light
just workin’ the old beat

Not lookin’ for a fight
only a fix for the long night

He came for me, all what was left
I am not one who prays
maybe it started as theft
but it didn’t end that way

I remember that I wept
in the few moments that I’ve kept

They found me alone in the alley
lost and afraid of real shadows
they understood I had no family
held me as I shed my deepest sorrow

Pleiades

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Thu, 2011-12-15 08:54

To seek the red dust of heaven with fistfuls of sky,
to gather impressions and assume lofty position
to imprison the earth
with quavering smile,
to be yoked with untenable chains of solemn regret
and symphonies of sparrow sorrow
in poetic folly,
I bear all unnamed consequences,
walking by signs to the road ahead,
wild wild wilderness,
I.

Big Black Boots

Submitted by weirdelf on Thu, 2011-12-15 06:13

Big black boots
and a fedora,
low over my eyes.
Black chinos
with black braces
over black t-shirt.
Shuck on the leather jacket,
attach the Raybans
and ready to go.

Can't miss on the eight ball,
can't miss that Miss,
beefcake backs down,
tequila slides down.

This book is its cover.

Rhymeless

Submitted by loved on Thu, 2011-12-15 06:05

But of course timeless too,
Sad I know not much,
of poetic skill
But artistic poetry,
I shall compose at
my sweet will .

Rhyme or no rhyme,
It's up to you to enjoy
Or tear my poetry up,
As a child would destroy
An unwanted toy

Maybe like some women do...
Theirs too...

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