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Neopoet Weekly Contest Winer 04/07/24 to 04/13/24

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-13 21:46

This week the Neopoem is

 

there you are by  leoferaco

 

Let us congratulate leoferaco on his latest achievement.

Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-06 22:02

This week the Neopoem is

 

Enchantress.by Alex Tanner

 

Let us congratulate Alex Tanner on his latest achievement.

March 2024 Contest Winners!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-03-31 21:16

Congratulations to our contest Winners 

 

Mother Nature  contest  was won by Lavender with the poem To My Monarch and Her Milkweed

03/24 New Member Contest was won by lostLA with the poem insights of a orphan

03/24 I Was Bullied was won by Candlewitch with the poem Ramming Speed!

03/24: What My Best Friend Gave Me was won by  Mark with the poem What My Best Friend Gave Me

03/24 Looking At The Stars was won by Alaethia D with the poem Dear Heart, One More Time

03/24 My Favorite Pet was won by  Alex Tanner withy the poem My Pal Jet.

Neopoet Weekly 03/24/24 to 03/30/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-03-30 22:48

This week the Neopoem is

 

Agony by  David Grigorian

 

Congratulations to David Grigorian on his first contest win

6 April Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!
31 March March 2024 Contest Winners!
31 March April 2024 Contests
30 March Neopoet Weekly 03/24/24 to 03/30/24 Winner!
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Off With His Head

Submitted by judyanne on Sat, 2016-10-08 06:21

I hear, next year, in Russia, a man will lose his head.
A surgeon's going to cut it off (the radio just said)
with full intent to transplant it (I heard with rising dread)
on someone else's body. I swear it's true, the aforesaid.

On hearing the statistics, my bottom jaw just dropped.
It's going to take him thirty hours, to bring about the swap,
with fifty and one hundred more assisting with the op.,
and once the action has begun, there'll be no chance to stop.

Recurrent Rhyku

Submitted by OriginalRhyku on Sat, 2016-10-08 05:35

Words that are sublime
An inspiring paradigm
Transcending our time

In the Glimmer

Submitted by uglywill on Fri, 2016-10-07 23:54

In the glimmer of light shining through the Texas Pines
I stand still near dusk aware of a presence a voice.
“Who are you?” I ask startled by the tone and choice

LA LA OH

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2016-10-07 23:45

moons like cream
the rivers wide
(prolli deep there baby)
windshields cleared
squeegee jockeys with
their bucket of blue
Brave ones dive in
but the tire iron beside
the emerg handle
deters the wickedly brave
Rolling Thunder
"Satisfaction" cranked
kicked out from the power
amp
custom install
Thumper II
wind whips the ragtop
sucks out the reefer
smoke bittersweet
clenched in whats left
of the teeth
Fuck em!
impala eatin' up the miles

Fo(u)r The Seasons:

Submitted by OriginalRhyku on Thu, 2016-10-06 22:17

Sprouting shoots of Spring
Nature’s bounty emerging
Anew beginning

Summer’s wind flowing
Celestial star’s orb glowing
Flowers are blooming

Drying leaves curling
Fall’s colours encompassing
Autumn abounding

Nipping air chilling
Grounded snow flakes whitening
Winter descending

B L E M I S H

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2016-10-06 21:55

here comes the winter
hold her hand
a pocket door souveneir
pasted to the flaw
white gold
white gold

silver bullets
shoot the moon
remember the
scent that hung
in the room
gnger snaps
and butterscotch
a bandage on a knee
seasons snoozing
the wind is wooring
like fresh graves
carefree

tinned things
needful eyes
watch alert
from the picture
snaps
the bureau
with the sticky drawer

I have better taste than god

Submitted by brittle light on Thu, 2016-10-06 15:59

impious shrimp
and lobster clans
parade through clouds
of salted sand
impervious to
a shirking god
they go forth
happy as clams

and multiply

oh! this foolish, tasteless god;
wasting bacon, and
forsaking arthropods for
milk and honey

REALLY?!

this mythical business
(and its proscriptive foods)
will never affect the way I dine
I'll write my own menu...thank you!
(sans phony-bologna
and watered wine)

In Memory of my Guru

Submitted by lovedly on Thu, 2016-10-06 15:38

She came just to inspire me
and has left
as a passing desert wind
a fast flowing river
flakes of snow
flying autumn leaves also
and
left all lights to glow
now there is left nothing more to show

She has left for some wonderland
where seeds of creativity
she will also sow
and my dearest poetic friend
I let her go
not because I had a choice or so
but she just wanted to go
with Times flow

Site error

Submitted by jane210660 on Thu, 2016-10-06 11:49

Okay, this isn't a poem, but thought I'd better point out that poems and comments are posted, even though when you press publish or save it comes up with 'site error'.
So no need to repost thinking the system has lost you in cyber space. It hasn't, just a glitch, which I'm sure someone who can sort these things will pick up soon.
Cheers Jx

Mid Life Crisis

Submitted by Oldndeep on Thu, 2016-10-06 10:34

In the middle of my life, I awakened
My soul smelled of leather and brittle grass
Sun dried by loitering and simple inattention

The unseen currents from years of self absolution,
Trifling in each instance, but powerful when joined
Had secretly pushed me out to sea

How pitiful
To be convicted by mere common sense
Sent to stand in front of the jury in the mirror

How alarming
To come face to face
With the lazy liar that had stolen so much

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