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Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/28/24 to 05/04/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-05-04 13:54

This week the Neopoem is

 

  My Heart, My Heaven by Izzi Reinier

 

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

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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A Trio of Triolets

Submitted by jane210660 on Sun, 2016-05-15 14:16

Lost Youth – A Triolet

She sighs and looks at her dressing table,
The bottles and jars and soothing lotion
The elixir of youth she hopes to enable,
She sighs and looks at her dressing table.
The march of time she cannot disable
No matter the tonic or potion.
She sighs and looks at her dressing table
The bottles and jars and soothing lotion.

Old Age - A Triolet

Nature's Crown

Submitted by Blue_Halcyon on Sun, 2016-05-15 14:01

Awakened by the rains of spring
The flowers bloom to woo the bees,
The wrens build nests and then they sing.
Awakened by the rains of spring
The daisies braided in a ring,
A child’s bright laugh rides on the breeze.
Awakened by the rains of spring
The flowers bloom to woo the bees.

DIVINITY--updated

Submitted by Geremia on Sun, 2016-05-15 13:02

DIVINITY

I catch glimpses of shadows
from the corner of my eye,
unexpected intrusions, like ghosts,
fleeting quickly by.
I feel chills from deep inside,
a feverish anticipation
that steals my mind,
and a sickening intuition
of some future time...
a frightful presence divine

Blissful, NOT

Submitted by brittle light on Sun, 2016-05-15 12:55

Ignoble thought
gnaws at life
numbing first, the heart;
ousting hope, and
razing dreams. Then, inveigles
anarchy into mind;
negating sense,
creativity, and
excellence

green cauldara

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2016-05-15 02:58

writhes
supplication
bleached in
the hot tin
of sun
suspended

the wings of
flyers
like worn feathers
feel flight
bleeding the
stains of time
the staple
the tack
while birds
rest on chimney
stack

foyers of shade
and the shuffle
of traffic
relieve the
course of a day
in static

I Remember, I Remember

Submitted by Rula on Sun, 2016-05-15 01:10

I remember , I remember
the place where I was born,
the essence of the holy heaven
embraced to bless my home.
The darker nights there ripened to
a brighter rainbow days,
to paint upon the worn out walls
a candy- polished glaze.

I remember , I remember
how then I hung around
the Arabian Oud’s smoldering
with the best scents around;
so glorious was the essence then
and lingers e'er after,
maintaining happy memories
and a much delicious laughter.

HEAVY AIR

Submitted by scribbler on Sat, 2016-05-14 18:16

Still, hardly a single breath of air
Till distant thunder grumbles
Omen of what the clouds will bear
Racing as they build and tumble.
Moisture falling everywhere.

Sunbeams

Submitted by brittle light on Sat, 2016-05-14 13:14

sunbeams
flowering afresh
amid barefoot giggles
a sleepy morning stretch

hold on, wait a minute
this doesn't sound right.
I'm a crusty old curmudgeon,
what the hell happened last night?

did my brain shift on its axis, or something?
was I slipped some kinda slap-happy mickey?
still gleamy eyed, I did a little soft shoe,
glanced at the mirror, and then BAM!, it hit me.

A Northern Love Song

Submitted by jane210660 on Sat, 2016-05-14 13:04

I hear the wild lands,
the rough lands,
the bleak lands.
the harsh, north wind lands
where the curlew’s cry
is swallowed up,
in the vast, empty hugeness
of the great, grey sky.

I see the heather lands,
the bog lands,
sparse grass lands,
the barren, dry stone wall lands
where, hardy sheep
seek shelter,
from wind
and rain and sleet.

The Diet

Submitted by Keith Logan on Sat, 2016-05-14 09:03

My wife is on a diet, so am I,
her will prevails in setting what we do;
no more to breakfast on a tasty fry
nor lunch of prime Scotch mince or Irish stew.
She loves her cherry cake, but it’s now gone
and with it all the sweetmeats from the house;
the limits of what’s wholesome have been drawn,
I think that she mistakes me for a mouse.

If I could find the will or knew the way
to help provide new balance to her schemes,
although I sometimes think of what I’d say
there’s nothing I would do to end her dreams.

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