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  My Heart, My Heaven by Izzi Reinier

 

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

April 2024 Contest Winners

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

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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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Thorn

Prickly little spears,
bursting forth from the delicate rose,
inching forward to get a piece of succulent meat.
As i walk by they seem to reach forward to poke,
pieces of skin punctured by the thrusting thorns.
Blood flows and the roses wave in the wind happily.

whippowhirl

in the will the malestrom knows
of candlelight progression
in ceremony forest sheild

the train has ground to its
stop steaming
simmering Its lamps like
fate shines in the mist

one step two

into the deep
though the fear of
chaos is unpleasant
a taste
there is no handicap
of haste

we are mere
matter
existing
sending and
recieving
the terror
and the beauty
of the bane
and wonderful

an adventure

Sh*tkickers

Whatever is said,
and whatever things I'm said
and you are said to be
why, these are things
we don't have control over.

Oh it's true
that people will take
little tiny nuggets of truth,
truth they have no idea how to process
and turn them for their own gain.

And it's true I was a little bear,
and it's true I wore shitkickers
back when I was young.
It doesn't mean
those things
apply to me now.

Stellar Coolness

When earth twists around the block
to summer clock – tick-tock
the sun charged daylight
crazies up.

That heat source, in outer sky
is hot to fly – oh my
‘til it bursts orange
power down.

Still, when the moon flings around,
and earth, night bound – is gowned,
a stellar coolness
comes to life.

gorgeous nature

Admire nature but silently
it changes colours momentarily
it does all eyes please
then comes the sunset
the darkness
nature sleeps
come enjoy with me
'tis, yes nature is
poetry

CLICK ONE READ ABOVE

YES THIS IS CLICK TWO ...Sea below

I am on a newer path
a newer vista to be
where poets just don't praise
to please
but hug to find a release
if you please

The Loner

Veins of ice water
with a splash of bourbon,
his rough cut gnarly scowl
ran roughshod over
a pasty faced crowd

The silence could be heard the next county over.

Good guy,
bad guy,
or just the best man for the job,
it was his for the taking.

He didn't.

Without a word,
he rode off into the blazing desert dawn,
saving himself.

Here For You

Don't look away in shame,
let the river of tears flow.
It's hard to cleanse your name
when people's belief
is a no-show.

Breaking down and falling,
you reached for aid
but hearts no longer trusting.
"Better off dead,"they said.

One stupid mistake you've made,
punished for a lifetime.
Imprisoned by the grip of hate,
no one seems to care,
you've done your time.

Your spirit is screaming,
anger, burning,
your soul, weeping
for your dead dignity.

Handkerchief

Not just a piece of fabric
it has a tale to tell
now a souvenir
though its borders are now frail

On each thread is writ a verse
in intimate dialect
still moist
with lavender mist
to inhale, reminisce
those liquid moments in tranquil

The motifs now faded
but the verses keep saturating
from the eyes
ever alive
moistened by
those intimate moments
tugging at the heart strings....

CLICKATY-CLACK

CLICKATY-CLACK

Flat tar rooves held the heat of
a sultry August day
confined to a breathless place,
no cooling breeze from windows
opened wide held my sleep
until dawn’s break
but a mesmerizing lullaby
of clickety-clack of trains
on the tracks close by
screeching into the station
on high over cobblestone streets
and old trolley rails
phantoms pale of a time
not too long ago
stole me to places
I did not know.

Compassion *

Say something encouraging
Have Compassion
Open a door for someone
Work a volunteer job

Yearn for Harmony
Or fairness
Understand and forgive

Contribute to charity
Assist the elderly
Read for the blind
Everything Counts

*acrostic

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