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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

Vote for this month’s image prompt contest winner

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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 Whistle Stop Grove by Izzi Reinier

 

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

The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

the ones without the piffle and waffle...(hahahaaa)

Piffling
waffling
and
machine gunning
have the essence of moderna
emotionale poetry

all poets through my poetry
then shuffle
to find gems
embedded in the deep sea
where one may find
lovedly soonly...

muchly aged is he
Neopoets may soon
abandon me

but for ever remember
the creator of free verse poettry
as spreads
LOVED ila ...LOVEDLY
hopefully!!!!

LOLLOLLY....

Peripheral Vision

I haven't ever included my own reading before, but felt I wanted to in this instance.
https://soundcloud.com/user-391664655/peripheral-vision

Perspective

You say "it's on the inside that counts"
and act as though that's a good thing.
So go ahead then, look at my painful,
scary, hateful, heart wrenching, thoughts
and look into my teary eyes. look at my brown
eyes, eye brow edges curled with sadness,
and tell me that because my insides are
terrifying I should die. Tell me that I'm
crazy.

My Rock

This day I will stand upon this rock
I will put myself first
The regrets
The memories
Are simply the seductions
Of my thoughts!
My love will become hard
This stance
I chose upon on this rock
Never will tears bring back
The memories
The regrets
Like the water that’s falls upon the rock

My Plague

Now how to write a poem that makes some sense.
It seems that all I have is but a pence.
I used to think in rhyme most all the time,
but now I cannot seem to work a rhyme.
It’s difficult to meter work for me.
A noise of free verse’s all that I can see.
Now how to write a poem that makes some sense.
Where are you Keith? I need to work and hence
I’ve nothing left but teaching what I knew.
I know naught of but what I was and who.
My heart is strong now, science staved my death.
A bypass gives me more than just my breath.

O London poet be like me

I'm an actor of poetry
I enter the mind and body
and
psyche of the individual
my to be, subject

I don't believe in soul
as we are all like dead rats
when...
it happens

The suffering on the photographic page
of a child which you have captured
is encapsulating
I feel a wonderful tribute ten years down the lane

My works go back as half that many decades

Behind the Green Door

Behind the Green Door

Amnesia the pocket serum sacrament 

blow dart dawn to the waking saints 
in a sun split perforate tissue.

A creeping yellow slow as subatomic
parcels, chutes lateral in jeweled stars.

Antibodies spun in fool's gold hold to
sugar angels arches; her steady rocking

sperm, a siren tip, hair ribbons;
a body and her release, orgasm’s

rocking chair flooded, shadow spindle
wood, locked sighs in paint’s drying point.

ODE TO DRIVING

Gone will be the wind in your hair on the open road
Down shifting the gears with the thrill of acceleration
Gone will be the many hours spent in daily idleness
Among swarms of metal boxes with bright red asses
For miles and miles like so many shiny arthropods
Gone are the sonic sounds of crude rock and roll
Danger and death always a breath away
Trapped in tightly drawn lanes keeping pace
In undeclared warfare of a steady stampede
To be the first out of the pack to reach the final exit

the meeting

we exchanged greetings
eyes open wide
aware of our souls awakening
memories flooding our minds
not a word spoken of them
except for your extended ohhhhs

your wide-mouthed grin
spoke volumes
as did your eyes that
at first stared rigidly
at me until they
grew so big they looked
like they could pop out
of your head
then you beat on your
puffed up chest
with the fist of one hand
grinning mischievously at me

Magnesuim Anger...

Bubbling up, searing my nerves
It flares suddenly, without warning
The brightness of it scares me

So volatile, vulgar and crude
Painting my face with the heat of it
The camouflage of decency wiped away

I want to scream obscenities
Shock the world
Express my rage

Rabid dogs stand in the road
Slavering and foaming at the mouth
No longer sleeping

Wipe out the singularities
Make them pay for being different
Fuck that tolerance bullshit!

Kill, kill, kill them all...

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