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Neopoet Weekly 05/05/24 to 05/11/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-05-11 22:23

This week the Neopoem is

Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

Let us congratulate Terumi Sakurai on their first win as a neopoet member.

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Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-05-05 20:27

The winning poem of the

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine is

 Backwards by  Carrie

Congratulations to Carrie on such a unique poem.

 

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!

30 April April 2024 Contest Winners
30 April May 2024 Contests
27 April Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/21/24 to 04/27/24 Contest Winner!
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Satan's on T.V....

Submitted by Geezer on Fri, 2024-05-10 14:21

Satan's on T.V.
I see his parties everyday
Game-hosts grinning, "Honey,
"Here's the game; we'll play"

Shaded metaphors for sex,
Lots of glitz, some tits, and cash
Burn your scruples, and your soul,
Turn them all to ash

Flashing lights and head psyches,
Commercials all too loud
Musical skits, with shaking tits
Hear the screaming of the crowd

Now look at co-host Carol,
She smirks at Kevin, all aside
Her legs are smooth and silky
As her skirt goes for a ride

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Ways of loving

Submitted by Terumi Sakurai on Fri, 2024-05-10 13:48

Wonder of the world
And blessing for my heart
You appeared in my life like a
Shining star on my path

Only you, only your love
Forever in my heart

Longing for you, eternally
On the road to your heart; I'm
Venturing, hesitantly
Infinitely stuck in me; I'll
Never let you go, as you're a
Gift for my soul that's making it shine.

I am so stupid, you are only a boy, it’s not your fault. It’s mine.

Submitted by Avelina on Fri, 2024-05-10 09:27

It started that night, under the fluorescent light
When you asked for a sip of my drink
A small sign of intimacy to my delight
You were taken, I felt my heart sink.

I seemed to find too many signs
I don't quite remember the second one
Perhaps when I was in the confines
Of your car, I should have turned I should have run

And I played Lana Del Rey, your exahust runs loud
It was a decent thing to do, despite
No longer pouring, not a single rain cloud
I thought about you on my birthday night

Highway traveler

Submitted by Leslie on Fri, 2024-05-10 01:35

Me and little buddy
we've traveled near and far.
Galaxian storm troopers
just looking for a bar.
Some place to lay our baggage down
and break out our guitars.
Turn our amps up loud
and find some folks to jar.
The sound may be annoying,
but they won't get very far
There's no place in the system
except this distant star.
They'll have to scurry outside
and sleep out in there cars'.
We'll make a raucous noise,
with sounds like weird citars.
Smoke a little dope

Ginger Sleeps...

Submitted by Geezer on Thu, 2024-05-09 09:33

Bright white light, floods yet again
Locked in waist length braids
She proudly walks
Stepping safe and sure
Her calm allure, so pure

Sleep into silent dream
Unknown worlds and schemes
Clouded, foggy visions
Green gardens of faith
Beyond the guarded gate

Clear stream of unconsciousness
Pulls her heart from scorching fire
He tosses it aside
Stay here forever...
His fantasy stops

Workshop: 
How to use imagery in poetry..

the care in a mothers clothes iron

Submitted by leoferaco on Wed, 2024-05-08 21:48

she checks her sons pockets for change and gold coated lockets before tossing his trousers and collared shirts in the wash
she folds each pair inside out and sets the water to cold
she inspects his whites for signs of stains when the dryers' bell tolls
with her long hair tied up, untidy
her nimble fingers fold his clothes ever so gently
she hums to herself and smiles with pride
thinking of the work he'll do with these clothes on his back
she puts extra care into washing his business wear

The monumental bane of OCD - obsessive compulsive disorder

Submitted by Jane A. Rug on Wed, 2024-05-08 21:30

As origin of Homo Sapien species surged ahead,
harboring nascent predominance
asper said primate reproductively bred,
(albeit via incremental fits and starts)
evolutionary forebears didst dread
Tom Tom Club former members
an American new wave band founded in 1981
by husband-and-wife team Chris Frantz
and Tina Weymouth
as a side project from Talking Heads,
rocketing them to super stardom
similar to heights of fame and fortune,
where band zeppelin led
exemplifying, fortifying, and glorifying QED

Johnny Come Home Again...

Submitted by Geezer on Wed, 2024-05-08 09:54

He stands just a little straighter,
throws his once strong shoulders back.
He hears, "My Country Tis of Thee"
his handsome face, no longer slack.

Wounded in his defiant mind,
he was left blind upon the field.
All of him did not come home,
and his brave heart won't ever yield.

He spends silent days still fighting,
for his faceless God and country
His tired, worn wife still tends him,
she's praying, "Please come back to me."

Workshop: 
How to use imagery in poetry..

Stairway to the heavens

Submitted by Izzi Reinier on Wed, 2024-05-08 03:54

I brushed past a spirit on my way down the stairs
and on the back of my neck to, their " bristly ends", stood those hairs
I pondered there in fright with some measured apprehension
To this lost soul's final journey, a fiery decent or blessed ascension.

And I realised but there in an instant be it pig farmer or ballet
By the scent in this breezeway of a sweet, scented bouquet
As I turned and looked upward a floating orb there appeared
and l knew she was homeward bound, a life's path faithfully steered.

Mein kampf synonymous as a blooper

Submitted by Jane A. Rug on Tue, 2024-05-07 18:29

Writer of these words,
a former Lower Providence inhabitant,
who dwelled within darkest depths
of Dante Alighieri's inferno
for most of his outlandish, impish,
and devilish growing up years
witnessed microscopic scrimmage,
where spermatozoan with most forcefulness
muscled itself handedly,
magnificently, and splendidly
envision unicellular olympic competition,

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