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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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quick read in for delete== 1.5 years old Nature spoke

Submitted by lovedly on Wed, 2015-02-25 12:19

Nature seeks

Just go back a couple of years ...say what was the population during the...
Time of Buddha & Christ and thereafter
Twenty apple trees could perhaps feed the lot......
Today we have 100 guys/gals/folks
visiting the wash rooms per hour,
so compare their human waste
why try only in haste
but try and population make chaste

procreate less if you will
enjoy sex which you must
but then educate yourself too
pollution will as of now continue

Undemocratic Glare Looks Yonder... (ok then, ugly)

Submitted by Roscoe Lane on Wed, 2015-02-25 04:59

Undemocratic Glare Looks Yonder….
( ok then - ugly)

This is number ten donation street,
on Britain’s benefit to rich people square.
Where men of greed so often meet,
hidden, from democracy’s glare.

A street where all our billions flow,
to men of wealth, title or influence.
Blown to foreign accounts like snow,
without worry or mere consequence.

People on this street always blame,
shirkers for taking our cash.
But their chums have no shame,
they’ve just got a bigger stash.

through stony rooftops

Submitted by riotface97 on Wed, 2015-02-25 02:59

through stony rooftops
brazen windows
and heavy doors
the stars don’t shine

yet still we sit
laughing
as we lift to our lips
a dangerous cocktail
of greed, boredom
and ageing whiskey

it runs cooly
over our twisted tongues
my breathing
covers the walls

and i stagger
stagger, through a labyrinth
of wire hedges
barbs ripping open
any chance
of feeling alive

ha! how naïve

THE SOLITARY TRAVELLER

Submitted by Leonard on Wed, 2015-02-25 02:24

The storm began
back in my childhood
I was naive and clueless

The storm picked up momentum
the clouds got darker
the rain came down
in sheets

I traveled blindly
through it all
I could bear it no
longer

I picked up a shovel
and started shoveling
earth
into a bottomless
pit

The weather subsided
Very slowly
the cyclonic eye took birth

Exultation

Submitted by raj on Tue, 2015-02-24 13:12

The seed sprouted into a sapling
I willed it on to green
soon amidst the greens I saw pink,
may be real or just a dream.
Then I felt the flutter
of youthful exuberance
touch me, engulf me, entice me;
as I watched the dream unfold
right before my eyes, when
from amidst the bud emerged
a blooming, blushing, charming You
my lips rushed to claim, with a brush on dew.

purpose

Submitted by judyanne on Tue, 2015-02-24 09:10

alive, and do tomorrow, isn’t fixed
as none have knowledge when their time will be
for every dawn the world is missing some
and empty chairs at tables multiply

and so departures keep on through the years
and many times the cut is close to home
my greatest fear I’ll share with you today
to still be here when all I love have gone

but somehow comes new life, new friends, new fancies
as through this world we travel on our quest
and meetings, partings mayhap have a purpose
the separation cycle may exist

POTSHARDZ

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2015-02-24 03:38

Decorative
cheap
words of love an inscription
in the arguement the
dogs come in
exictement by the
rage filling walls
the sunny hot
summer room
the end table
on its long dark
legs totters

the little fountian
falls breaks in
three..
the candle holder
bowl shatters
shards and water
stones

everyone stalls
for a moment
in time..
bright eyes

then a sigh
the dogs curl
up
she leaves
for a smoke
the sliding
door slams

I wonder

Submitted by mand on Tue, 2015-02-24 01:44

In the beginning
God created the heavens and earth
then Boom!
A dissatisfied snake
spewed out toxic waste.
Eve tried a taste
then breast fed her children
who defecated pollution
turning earth into a junk yard
I wonder if God wants it back,
to repair it?
A permanent fix would be nice
so Gabriel can applaud!

Her

Submitted by riotface97 on Mon, 2015-02-23 19:45

i wish i hadn’t
pointed a wavering eye
in Her direction
but i did

and i wish i hadn’t
felt complied
to trade thoughts
but i did

and i wish i hadn’t
fallen into the
maddening embrace
of twirling
tumbling confusion
of late nights
and half empty
bottles of chardonnay
but i did

and now
it’s just

you, me
and the moon

My Ascension

Submitted by alidzain on Mon, 2015-02-23 17:55

Tonight
I leave the world behind
to search for the light
that holds the thread that binds

The hopes I used to hold
no longer glow,
obscured by all the ashes
of dreams I used to grow

I watch them burn
through the window of my grief
and then I plead
for a chance for relief

All of my strength has long been depleted
Things that I once had are all long gone
I am falling apart, torn and shredded
like flesh stripped from the bone

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