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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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on aging

Submitted by sarahatthesea on Thu, 2016-07-28 19:29

Bifocal glasses- on once sparkling eyes
My past the point waist
Requires a large size
Aging triceps flap in the wind
I am reminded of this when I wave at a friend
Ponderous breasts - men see as a tease
No longer do they defy gravity
Rogue hairs grow randomly
on my chin like weeds
And sweat on my forehead erupts in beads
I am a scarred warrior of 'what has been'
My arsenal- spray tan and anti-aging cream
Relief! Reprieve from battle - at the end of my day
in dreams, my brain will have its way

Bitter sweet symphony

Submitted by drewdionp on Thu, 2016-07-28 04:06

Want to know just how I feel
I'll tell you now something real

I loved her when our hearts were pure
tho now the fire burns no more

I gave you trust you gave me lust
The golden circle has now bust

Fear me not I mean no harm
our chemistry has lost its charm

Don't bite your tongue and say your worth
Won't bite my tongue that can hurt

I seek the truth an what I found
A web of lies so tightly wound

I hate you not for choices  made
Tho I won't be one who's at your aid

Ever Spinning Webs

Submitted by NikoB on Thu, 2016-07-28 02:10

Misty rain falls on sparkled silky web
An insect's craft adorns full blossomed bush
For a spiders kill, although time does ebb
Alone with battled fly there seems no rush

Surrounded by maturing trees I see
One leaf before, greener than the other
Each coming year rebirth from memory
Some months until there will be another

The scent of fresh cut grass sits on the breeze
But hope I will it lingers more and sigh
For youthful memories will pass with ease
Alas, could beg a teardrop from the eye

Enmity

Submitted by Conect11 on Wed, 2016-07-27 23:35

I do not know why,
but I have come to accept and wear
the anger and the pain and the hatred
like a scratchy old blanket.

I didn't want to be like this,
I didn't want it to be like this.
I wanted to be listened to
and understood.
But nobody has time for that,
right?

Certainly not the church and her Holy Rollers,
we walked in expecting nothing
are were certainly not disappointed.

FALCONEER

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2016-07-27 18:43

Winnfields on the dash
petrol in the tank
a black market
HO Ford
New Extractors
(pacemaker)
Chino's and
Chelsea Boots
Driving with the windows
down on the old Hume
47o with a slight calling
of precipitation
dropped a gear and
left a combi on a grade
2SM on the radio
Bang a fist
"Bloody Oath Mate!"
grin a cocky snarl
rocketing along
the speedo needle
high
Big Set of Boots
biting the road
and miles to go
for Melbourne

...

ECHOES

Submitted by Geremia on Wed, 2016-07-27 16:58

ECHOES
I am just passing through
places I have been
to play a note or two
for those gentle
and kind souls who
have captured my heart
and soothed my lonely days…
you have heard my music
and know my voice well,
there were so many things
I had to tell.
but I will soon be stilled
leaving only faint echoes
passing in the wind.

the cost of Freedom

Submitted by sarahatthesea on Mon, 2016-07-25 22:31

FREEDOM
what price freedom?
I know it well.
It is a window in a cell...
with walls to keep obsession out.
Yes, freedom is a lonely place -
and trust (?) It seems I quit that race -
won by those who once had hope,
won by those who compromised
their freedom for a deal.
Walking hand-in-hand with those they chose-
both captive creatures to their vows-
for better or worse - for life or death?
but, I shall never make that deal, for I remain imprisoned here,
surrounded by my walls of fear -

Girl with a storm in her eye

Submitted by vandiemenspeak on Mon, 2016-07-25 09:25

Left.

To see the girl with a
storm in her eye, on
the edge of a cyclonic spiral
which descends on us like
Neptune’s monstrous finger
scooping depths of the ocean
dug and spattered across the land
a whole world held dumb in the calming core
a multitude of weathered men
sheltering beneath the telly
while the torrent lashes outside their door
while a spinning calamity surrounds them

Right.

Demons In My Eyes

Submitted by alidzain on Sun, 2016-07-24 16:57

My eyes will tell no lies.
I'm not the angel you think me to be.
I never mean to disguise
the flaws I wish I could rid of me.

Its just another shame
the secret I won't reveal with words.
The wildness that I can't tame
that turns me into a caged bird.

The demons in my eyes
are born of lust I can't control.
A place where true love dies
and my reality unfolds.

Miniscule Partisanz

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2016-07-24 07:01

I can smell the teas sweet
bitter scent
hear the spoons touch
on the cups lip
inquisitve face of dog
at her side
the robe tied
the television morning
show blaring
the sunlight falling
in with the summer
swoon of heat
and melodic evening
rains

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