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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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Be Proud To Be Different

Submitted by alidzain on Sun, 2016-10-30 12:27

Be brave to step forward,
embrace who you are.
when others see you awkward,
show them you're a star.

Let them be a follower,
while you take the lead.
Don't you cower and falter
as the envious hearts bleed.

Remember,
the peacocks with their colourful
feathers
can never fly far like an eagle.

subversion

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2016-10-30 09:12

sun ignites the darkness
the lamps simmer to silence
leaves drip from the ink line
forest
the seasons fleeting departure

Vamp of dreams
weary walk
I soothe the ache
of your talk
to the longing brush
of an arm or strands
of hair
subverting eyes
the flash of
competent hearts

A thousand islands
of thoughts
speaking waves
on rock and shoal

This Almost Kiss

Submitted by Jasmine. on Sun, 2016-10-30 02:13

How does love speak
In the deep soulful stillness
Were madness melts in bliss
As tears fall on warm sin

Love comes like a whisper
Only your lips breath
Upon my lips - I am
Haunted by this almost kiss

Lover comes quietly as rain drops
In the soft warm dark
This love a moment known
In a moment gone

Like the air between your fingertips
Quietly as rosebuds
Talk to thin air

Hey You

Submitted by chevyvent on Sat, 2016-10-29 20:34

Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow
We look inside still deeper then ever before to hear that small still voice
A pathway of resistance at the expense of whom
The parchment décor had developed a specific style

A blade of grass drifting in the wind outside
We lay naked much to afraid to face the elements
Look up to the sky we paint pictures of a far away land
As a society we have become blinded by the noise

John Trudell

Submitted by Phoenix on Sat, 2016-10-29 11:06

John Trudell.
Last night in a house in Winnemucca.
I sit on a couch with a native man.
We make small talk and wait.
In walks John Trudell.
Dark glasses. Black sports jacket.
Crisp white tee. Licking his lips, looking sharp.
I know he is dead. Dead and gone.
This strong-willed man. Not broken by Alcatraz.
Still harboring the wounds of his family killed,
by the first wave of foreign invaders.
He is beautiful. He is broken, and he is set free.
His lion eyes regarding me. He knows a poet

Alone

Submitted by uglywill on Sat, 2016-10-29 03:27

When it is late at night and you are alone,
the quite surrounds you closing in place.
No sound is adequate to replace the tone
And enchantment of loves distant embrace.
My mind wanders searching for solace
while grasping for a comfortable space.
I feel our need and I extend my power.
Now with great effort we embrace.
Moments like this are part of the magic
that is ours alone to enjoy.
I am with you in our private palace.
Close your eyes and swim in the space.

An American Prayer

Submitted by chevyvent on Fri, 2016-10-28 19:03

An American Prayer

A Salute to former singer
for The Doors..,
(James Douglas Morrison )..,

* Awake !
Is everybody in ?
The ceremony is about to begin !
Like a dog without a bone,
Within this life there remains a lot of pain ?
Just wanting to share..,
We filed slowly into the vast auditorium..,
The voice then continued:
'What hurts you the most ?'
Never once Jim did I think you were insane..,

hello fathers

Submitted by lovedly on Fri, 2016-10-28 17:09

Father of Man

Yes only a child...
Boy is father...
a child can also be a mother...
as only genes of masculinity...
go down the throne....
they say today even madness...
is a gift of pops genes....
there can be no revision...
except by medicinal provision.....

So O man,
you have sown
and
shared your sperms...
with many sons

How happy your pop
and grand pop must be...
as their names will live...
till the end of time
along with the sun
for all times to shine

WORDLESS

Submitted by Geremia on Fri, 2016-10-28 14:36

WORDLESS

Words are but fluid melodies
that vanish with time
no flesh to hold, no heart that comforts
and no soul to wrap around,
shadows that vanish as they are spoken
to leave the mind to remember,
and die in the remembering
don’t let my hand slip away
from yours.
I want to feel your words until
I can feel no longer.

DRIPPINg

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2016-10-27 23:54

She stirs beside him
the dream sky blazing
behind her sleeping
lids
awnings wound down
like shops on the fetid
street
canyons of laundry
fire escape and wires
and Above..the sky
clouds like islands
of white...that
would turn their
anvil greys and
lash with the fury
of the godesses
Exploding park
trees...Rooftop
antennaes and
the old green
GE transformers
but this is not
her dream
Or the day which
wrestles in through
a cracked window

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