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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.

Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/14/24 to 04/20/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-20 14:53

This week the Neopoem is

 

Poetic Creations by Mark

 

Let us congratulate Mark on his latest contest win.

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.

13 April Neopoet Weekly Contest Winer 04/07/24 to 04/13/24
6 April Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!
31 March March 2024 Contest Winners!
31 March April 2024 Contests
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Mrs. Moore Gave More... An East Main St story

Submitted by Geezer on Fri, 2016-08-12 13:27

Twelve; the year of liberation
Freedom from the tyrant
What a glorious sensation
No more, shhhh...”You can't”

Took up life-long habits
Some were bad and one was great
I bought my own cigarettes
Stayed up reading way too late

Mrs. Moore, I thank your grace
Stayed after school with me
I still see your smiling face
You're the one who set me free

Stories, places and times away
I had adventures and I flew
Read about the good old days
I knocked back root-beer brew

When Odd Beliefs Are Useful

Submitted by Race_9togo on Fri, 2016-08-12 00:33

I’m sitting in hot sand,
Bright sunlight on my face,
A warmth of gentle breeze
Against my skin,
My heels cooled by blue surf
Rolling up the jam-packed beach.

A hundred radios and players
Babble music up and down the shore,
None of which I want to hear
Upon this radiant day,
While people mob the gentle water
Looking for relief from temperature,

Love Leaves at Midnight

Submitted by Search on Thu, 2016-08-11 01:11

And I’ll say
When I had just turned twenty,
I was supposed to get married,
To this one girl,
We’ll call her Love,
But not that sweet kind of love,
That love that doesn’t even love you back,
That love that lies to you and doesn’t call back,
That love that secretly hates you,
Because it doesn’t understand you,
Nor does it want to,
Yes sir,
That kind of love,
The kind of love that will get up and leave you,

Who Am I (my version only )

Submitted by lovedly on Wed, 2016-08-10 17:23

So many have composed poems
on
'Who Am I'

You are a Lords
also Gods guy
I alone am a seed of Intelligence

No one knows tomorrow
all time we always borrow
we think in or own steeled way
Divine unshaken!
our whole desire
want others also to say
I alone am right

Perhaps you maybe,
but let me catch
my last flight
see me flying away
from all that is humanly
your Gods will!!!

The view from there.

Submitted by vandiemenspeak on Wed, 2016-08-10 09:48

To wake and see a gentle frieze of green
white specks of drifting cockatoos, in between
slow gums, mulling over the morning cold
long before the stirring shadows hold
releases these night bound dwelling sleepers
lost in cloisters old, and drifting deeper
lost in sanctuaries serene, that once all children knew
now in a vague shadow of reverie, half true

then, a scarce fleeting memory,
something once touched,
augured a hidden sense
innate in all, a certain innocence:

SCINTILLAZHUNS

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2016-08-10 01:48

VINTAGE
Chanel
witch boots
and Hollywood Glam puss shades
whats coming down the little paved
lane?
we crane our dirty necks too see
the vehicle
something sporty
"Wheres the beau?"
She turns shoving the glasses
atop her short cropped hair
turns and keeps walking
"Aint got none this month
thats my dads old car!"
(Chanel ..Coco I bet U a beer!")
I elbow my brother..he smiles
and walks up to hug her
Lifting her off her feet
She smiles at me

The Scarred Child

Submitted by alidzain on Tue, 2016-08-09 13:39

Whose blood is so cold,
that a child's life came to end
with a tragedy?
His flesh, marked by twisted scars.
that pierced through his aching heart.

Toleration is must

Submitted by lovedly on Tue, 2016-08-09 13:27

The biggest insult
now I feel
after composing thousands of poetry
is not to get an acknowledgement
from a friend
on whose poetry you took time off to comment

Instead of cement
it proves a sandy sentiment..

still we read poetry
as it is a pass time mostly
none has made out of it a living
not even you deary me

But we know you are the best
in your poetic Kingdom
God, if any may you bless
what has a simpleton like me
to say
except get along friend on your pathway

g e n t l e r S o u n d e s q u i r e

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2016-08-09 01:11

respite
Poppy red cushions
sunlight stumbles
across a wide angle
window gazing in
as streams of town
twist pass in hazy
currents

PHELT

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2016-08-07 22:38

Lining
the beaten tinned hinged handled affair
rustled it up like a Cossack
such wild hair
LuLulemon yoga pants
pale ankles
bent rummaged
bottom drawer
beams of your russet
hair dusting the floor
U came up at last
bending that fine
valley of spine
sun shinning up
in its hot amber
flash
pockets of shade
beneath upturned
eyes ablaze with
glee
"I can think of no one
else I want too give
these too!"
one eyebrow rides
higher...drives me

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