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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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Voting ends May 6th 2024.

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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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Haikuku On The Loose

cheeky squirrel
bushy tail a'swagger
juggling nuts

a twig snaps
momentary stillness
frolicking resumes

wide-eyed kitten
empty box,
filled with joy

thunderous downpour
drips, drops, and droops
wading in wait

a child's scream
just play-
a mother knows

pink flamingos
plastic tacky, needless to say
I want one!

kitten and puppy play
carefree
not knowing of myths

Hologram [ Abstract Words, Abstract Poetry WS]

I was drawing lines and time lines
moving ziz zag, connecting points
some dotted, disappearing from sight
returning in a parabolic flight
some ran parallel
others angular
acute, obtuse, perpendicular

no pencil, no paper
no ruler, no eraser
just an unruly behavior

I paused. looked back,
mystified at the collage
I panned it, scanned it
flashed my eyelids
click, double click, flash
before I knew
the lens crashed
blotting out all lines
of the hologram

F.E.A.R

It's all because of fear......

STALE BREAD

STALE BREAD
I know the power of words
and the unique interplay
of form and content.
yet nothing is said that
hasn’t been said before
and I recognize the pallor
of my own creation.

I have slipped away.

all truth, beauty and valor,
in spirit and soul surge
from a unique force
within which awakens
the Sublime in us.
Yet there is a time
when the spirit falters
and all is lost.

Richard for Joe

Something Borrowed

You give me your opinion on life.
Detested on what's wrong;
Adoring what's right.
Investing on where you belong.
Gaining a profit on hype
Based on the sight
Of what others see as blessed
With no means to reflect on your aim
To wisen up.
How else would you liven up?
If I didn't take your misery; make it mine
If I didn't face your mixed-in peace,
Senseless grief, contradictive speak;
Make the time
To lay flat, relaxed with nerves of steel
As you etch with force, how you feel

Operation

At three o’clock, malt whisky (ten years old),
Napoleon brandy follows (warm and gentle),
to ease away concern a mind may hold,
about the planned assault upon “God’s temple.”

An apogee to years of aggravation
(a body racked by rampant throbs and aches);
four different ailments blend to cause frustration,
while giddiness, fatigue are nature’s brakes.

Goldfish

Of flowers and sunshiny poems;

limited episodes in rerun;
like a goldfish spinning 'round in a bowl;
nothing new under that sun.

Those of emo affect in lackluster tones;

a broken playlist, stuck on repeat.
Pity parties tire me out,
and not being young, I'd rather delete.

As for woo woo, and angels, and the heavens above;

all cringe worthy themes, stuck in a rut.
Preaching to a choir of fuzzy thinking coots
leaves me with nothing but... "what the fuck?!"

This is all about personal taste:

I.A.P.

I write to release
Yet when it's read you retreat
To what your own definition
Of what poetry should be pissing
On every emotion I choose to show
Disregarding that I'm fighting to grow
Instead of hiding my lows
Allowing pain to fester and blow
On whomever
It's sad you assume lesser
Of me, one of very few
Who won't bury the truth
Or better yet, coat it with sugar
Then boast to on-lookers
On how exquisitely I riddle
You with imagery that tickles
Your soul

Don't Drown In Sadness (For Mand & Family)

If life is the sea,
then moments will be
the high
and low tide.

When the mundane cycle
becomes unappreciated,
a tragedy that rocks one's world,
shall reveal its worth.

It is not a punishment
for the faithful,
but a test and reminder
to be thankful.

Just as the darkness of night
shows the beauty of the moon and stars,
so does the grimness of life,
unveils the value of little things denied.

...p h o s p o r ...

gown noire
shimmer diamond
naked skies
allure of heat
the smooth
of blacktop worn
sleeps

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