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  My Heart, My Heaven by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on another contest win as a neopoet member.

April 2024 Contest Winners

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

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Voting ends May 6th 2024.

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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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blackacrylic

tail lights in windshield slush
like the sleeping murmur
an evenings lush
slash

demure roar
the six hungry for the road
the lone driver
dressed in grey

Come home un-draped edit by Judy and Mand

Come home un-draped edit by Judy and Mand

When they don uniform...
they marry a coffin

so grieve not for soldiers my friends...
it’s the promise of country's patriotism ...

either they come home
or are brought draped....

to fade away
into the oblivion of time
without a bell ring
they
go...
with unsung grace

SECOND VERSION

Come home undraped

Some talk clueless

Ppl who communicate well
should communicate less
with this kind of mess
calling ppl scumbag is harsh
as their heart's in marsh
when justice for them has apparently fell

Adolescent Games

Taking apart petal after petal;
"He loves me"
"He loves me not"
"He loves me"
"He loves not"
Others' might have bloomed,
Not mine though,

It withered out
Alike the taken apart petals.

Icarus and Daedalus

Poor father Daedalus
Was blessed with Icarus,
And what a fool of a son was he.
Such an ingenious inventor
And scientist for a father,
He blamed it on his mother’s genes.

Both caught one day
In a place far away
From the family’s hearth and home,
While Daedalus worked,
Icarus sat and jerked,
Crying on a mossy stone.

But Daedalus did it
To escape prison Crete
He made wings for him and his son.
“We’ll fly from this lair,
We’ll get away from here,
And in doing so we’ll have some fun.”

The Sun of God

Excuse me please as I lace these lines with something potent

This is only a moment my day of atonement My words so ferocious

I can turn a Lion into a swarm of locust Buzzing My all ain't for nothing

For one Lend me your ears not your sympathy Crucified by those that were suppose to Love Me

Reading these words your showing me love I am Jesus My mama is Mrs. Butters-worth

Intense

Eyes close when lips meet
and reopen when they part
in between is bliss

matters not how long or short
but how deep is the desire

H sub Zero: She Loved Me

there is a large pile of numbers waiting to be analyzed
and yet i'm reading you through again.
you and your stupid crypticism
i always prided myself on deciphering, and
i am tangled into your metaphors so deeply that i've become one.
that's all i am now, really. your metaphor.
because what purpose does a shell have
the shell is what gets thrown away,
and the shell is empty.
what would you do with me now
an empty shell?
is that why we threw it away?
i want to know if you gave up.

Only time died

With awe, I watched as God used paint today.
On bright blue canvas splashing silver hue,
He joined with breath his works of brushes play,
creating dog and dragon, kangaroo,
then blew them all apart, to float defeated
and dissipate in depths of gentian void.
I contemplated time, how past’s retreated
and lost, as those soft clouds now seemed destroyed.

D O R M I N T Z O R Y

wall curve
where light echoes
and sound fades

windows by thin windows

in the wind the cedars cry
there are miles of history
laying deep within the
clay banks embrace

lost to the bridges shadow
the birds dipping wing

there are more passions
tossed in petals
loosened come spring

but now the dark wing
of winter swings
its claws hungry for its
clasp
its treasure heart
it values most
for a queens want

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