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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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Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/21/24 to 04/27/24 Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-27 23:40

This week the Neopoem is

 

 Whistle Stop Grove by Izzi Reinier

 

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

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Mr. Mojo Rising

Submitted by chevyvent on Tue, 2017-04-11 19:15

What happened to his soul when he died
Indian groans
Indian groans
redskin blood and broken bones

He sought refuge in the child's flowerlike mind
the Indian's soul when he died
through a word man he spoke
With wisdom and truth from the world of the dead

through the voice of the youth
the Indian's soul when he died
took refuge in the child's flowerlike mind
But where did he go ?

The word man when he died

another silly poetry

Submitted by lovedly on Tue, 2017-04-11 02:06

Exquisite love poetry

If only you had
honoured those
who to your poems
bring victory...

You sought me
I came over
you read one or two
then slept,
O lover

you don't know me
nor will your candle show
yes through your poetry
and
my comments,
perhaps
my name shall also glow

do some sympathy show
and
light the other's candles
so that they may not blow
must also like yours flow

All poets here must know....

Fervent Prayer Under The Dusk-Bathed Sky

Submitted by The Rain Sprite on Mon, 2017-04-10 06:50

They say dusk is seperation
and the hour before darkness.
I dare insist
it is a fleeting moment
of meeting.

When the sky is dyed with hues of red,
the ocean soaked in blood,
the water ebbs
and when the river becomes one
with the sea -
That is its transient beauty
and its very essence.

Like a bird on a swaying branch
And bathed in twilight haze,
I sing a melancholy song;
from my eyes
twin streams fall.

I pray
when the wind howls
it will bring to me
your warm caress.

Common Sense

Submitted by chevyvent on Sun, 2017-04-09 19:27

To think
Is one thing
To comprehend
Is another
To have confidence in oneself
Is one thing
To totally believe in oneself
Is another
To speak as if you have it
Is one thing
To know it
Is another

Too Fat To Be Edgy

Submitted by BettyBuff on Sun, 2017-04-09 18:55

In my mind
"Rock-Chic"
Chrissy

In my mirror
cracked-rock
prissy

Final stand
rocking
the glory
crown

Finally
the 'edge'
no ordinary
sensible
silver

Rainbows
shimmer through
the argent
shadows

Tossing my
iridescent tress
too fat to
be edgy
I dress
my hair

Suddenly
cool drool

Betty's back...

L'amour grandit avec nous

Submitted by purple-hobbit on Sun, 2017-04-09 18:40

When I was a baby I fell in love with life.
The bright colours and sounds,
Lit up my gummy smile:
a new experience every day.

A couple of years later I fell in love with family.
This was the age I knew stranger from parent.
I favoured the ones who held me close;
Who woke up at 4 to feed me, kiss me, hold me.

Then I grew and fell in love with words.
I spoke volumes of nonsense
but I loved the feel of syllables on my tongue
and cherished the proud expressions.

SUNDAY HIGH

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2017-04-09 15:42

noon
she moves like a swiss watch
turning her face
and doing her moves
like a magicians assistant
I watch with Magi's attention
the upbeat tick of her talk
her loud heels on the hardwood
same as mine
the woman to man ratio
of sound affect
like a clock for the blind
announcing time
as certian as the quitting
time clock in the warm
afternoon collusion
of golden rays
showing the crowns
into fire
dripping from the
orchestra of forest
unrelenting

Saturday

Submitted by Conect11 on Sun, 2017-04-09 10:23

Saturday, and the disciples were hiding,
fearing for their lives.
Outside, the world had gone back to the status quo.
No healings on this Sabbath.
No blind men having their sight restored.
No lepers being cleansed.
No one using their newly functional hand for the first time.
5,000 hungry people remained
5,000 hungry people.
No weddings with miraculous wine.
And the priests, the pastors, the monks and elders
raised a toast
to the fact
that things made sense again.

r u still searching

Submitted by lovedly on Sun, 2017-04-09 06:38

you seem to be asking
a grass hopper
on which grass
are you now hopping

well a guy like me
moves on across water
land and sea
through the medium of the air
and

if you know anything
about timing zones
you will find me always
about
here and there
but where

Hello Mr Sleepless

Submitted by lovedly on Sat, 2017-04-08 06:08

old men sleep less or are sleepless

as they do less physical work
and
don't get tired
brain says
get up do some work

I often sleep for two evening hours
five to seven
go to bed at midnite plus minus
then at 2 am eyes wide open
I stare into the cob webbed ghostly
not ghastly ceiling

then something within me says
wake up man
the day has dawned
yes it's only 3 am
and I yawn
till actual dawn is born

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