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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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LIDDED SVELTATION

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2016-01-31 02:29

churning air
a tired essence
the slow burn of autumn
simmering in the stillness
behind the blinds
beyond the thin slip of
curtians
outside the drywall
and brick veneer
down below the
stoop rooftop
drainpipe and leafy
urban tree
the street still warm
from a blistering sun
oily and bloated in
the west
swallowed up by the
liquid haze
the fan buzzes on
flipping papers
stirring hair
the clock tic and the
television
streams its low glow

paradise that or this

Submitted by lovedly on Sat, 2016-01-30 22:29

Paradise that or this

that paradise is no illusion
its pure and simple your imagination
darkness
when you cannot see with open eyes
what will you do there
with no eyes

now read my version below
read it breathless
in one go
or punctuate it if you wish to do so

Kitchen Table

Submitted by GavinPay on Sat, 2016-01-30 16:50

Another sleepless night spent at the kitchen table,
waiting for morning to come so that I am able to breathe again.
It's flat, like my chest, as I hold my breathing to rest
while the suppressed heart beneath my lungs is trying its best
to repent.

I have failed you, my heart cries.
I failed you, too, I realize.

RAVAGED

Submitted by Geremia on Fri, 2016-01-29 17:44

RAVAGED

ravaged by the years,
deceived and betrayed
by the treachery of Creation,
I have become less than myself
too quickly, too soon, nearer
to my end than my beginnings.
there comes to us all one
faithless day a sudden epiphany
of growing old and a sickening
disbelief of Life’s final push.

[Richard for Joe]

The Golden Touch (Ottava Rima) (Classic Poetic Forms WS)

Submitted by Rula on Fri, 2016-01-29 12:00

Come forth to hear a tale you heard nonesuch
about the touch of greed Midas, the king.
He had the wealth, the gold and money-much,
not content though he'd almost everything.
That's when Dionysus gifted him a touch
that turns anything to gold, even spring,
but when he gave his daughter an embrace,
just then he knew that gift was but a curse.

Workshop: 
Three classic poetic forms.

WAKING

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2016-01-29 01:13

my hands
on the wall
the tiles
dizzy
water pours over me
hot...
steamy

look left..
chrome holders
toilet further right
blue tiles
white groat
at once

where am I
whom am I with
coming down

watch the swirl at my
feet.......Im in the north hemisphere
far out there......

who am I with...
this time..
blonde brunette
red head
alone..

if Im in t he shower
Im not alone
always serious

Honoring The Dead (Ottava Rima Wes 3 Classic Poems WS)

Submitted by alidzain on Thu, 2016-01-28 12:40

Tonight, we hail the dead who fought with pride,
the bravest men who bled to save us all
We lay them now and pray that God will guide
their souls to stand in Lom, the Heroes' Hall,
and known as men who changed the battles' tide.
O Knights of Truth, come lift your heads, stand tall.
For you who gave us hope for days ahead,
your glorious end, a tale, we'll tell and spread!

Workshop: 
Three classic poetic forms.

Southern Summer Showers

Submitted by Rainy Day on Thu, 2016-01-28 03:22

Southern summer showers
Steam storms silently
Surrounding sleeping skies,

Lightening lures lovers
Like lovelorn luminaries
Leading luscious lips

Into incredible inklings
Ideas ignite intrepidly
Imagining inspiring intentions

Astounding attractive assumptions
Above accepted accustoms
Achieving alarming ambitions

With wonderful words
Weeping wet willows
Wearily waltz warmly

Together to tears
Tender tempting tunes
Tie thrilling thoughts

Apoptosis, But More Explodey

Submitted by GavinPay on Wed, 2016-01-27 22:33

I’d like to blow minds
rather than just mine.
These mind-blowing rhymes
could do that just fine,
but they are explosive,
and I'm afraid of not getting them out in time.

An ‘exploptosis’ of the mind is what I fear the most, so I write.
I’d like to blow minds,
hopefully not mine,
and so, I write.

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

Submitted by Geremia on Wed, 2016-01-27 17:55

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

A sudden strike of lightening
out of a calm, clear sky
fire blue electric from way on high,
violent acts of Nature’s Fury inflicted
on Mankind : the unforeseen surprise,

Fate’s wanton choices : nowhere to hide;
slumbering daemons dark and murderous
lurking deep inside waiting to ravish
Flesh and Mind : random cruelty and
death by design.

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