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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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Colors

Submitted by eliminist on Tue, 2014-12-09 21:25

The horizon had a violet hue,
Turquoise waves lapped far and few...

Perched on rocks black and askew,
Amongst the couples he felt so blue...

A crimson sunset was the view,
Wet yellow sand stuck to him like glue...

Returning tanned was a fishing crew,
Followed by white chaos that flew...

Shades of gray made their nets look grim,
But the silver shone as they swam aground...

Hung on a chain with green seaweed trim,
A rusty anchor groaned as it slowly drowned...

Memories Of A Runaway Child

Submitted by alidzain on Tue, 2014-12-09 15:41

Sick of the cycle of loneliness,
forgotten birthdays, broken promises
and empty moments stretched by boredom,
my heart longed for its freedom!

To my parents, I was invisible,
a voice to be ignored, dead to their world.
Their endless search for fortune left me,
playing with ghosts of my fantasy.

Their house was not my home,
its a prison made of stone
where dreams were forsaken
and hope stumbled and crumbled!

Acquiesce

Submitted by eightmenout on Tue, 2014-12-09 15:12

The question wasn't about love.
I merely asked if you could live with me;
this me that I am now;
this person that I have become.

Your response stood between us,
a schoolyard bully clenching its fists
just daring me to make a response.

I gazed at the ring on my finger,
took recollection of my vows.
I slid 20 years off for a closer look.

It was then that I realized it was broken;
that this ring couldn't hold love anymore
for it had a rather large hole in it.

Calling Shakespeare he is

Submitted by lovedly on Mon, 2014-12-08 20:54

Calling Shakespeare he is
ask him
why he had to create sonnets.
was it because he wanted
guys to pass time
and learn rhyme....

there was no cell
no TV,
no laptop
no iPod! what etc

was only his dictionary
twas the reason?
Just ask him

Shakespeare come alive
what you spoke none dared question,
now the moment we open our mouth,
they ask why?

that's the gift of our Internet
which thank god in your time
they didn't beget

bRAND

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2014-12-08 20:28

poet writer
dust decipher

mirage miracles
at the horizon

the forum theorem

all the stars
are keys
on the bracelet of
the way
milled and milken
flawless
and torn

asunder we drive
driven
we ride
awaiting our
glorious dawn

our creator
beset
by factors
of random
random
tidings
carefully swept wings
tended hearts
in guarded gardens

..

Honey Spill

Submitted by quillsveinback on Sun, 2014-12-07 23:55

Honey Spill

(for Susan Lynn O.)

It only seems a dark lottery is fixed
Your numbers were a Helios calculus

beyond doubt. Your eyes filaments,
honeycomb butterflies pinned on a record

needle. Your night music got louder,
the beat jaundiced. Our suburban

noir morphed towards it’s assured end,
but don’t we all? No. Not like this. A ballet

of bonding shadow on white picket
points, we float! Two Rorschach blots

inside a canvas tear. Let the liquor have
its spirit. It only seems a dark lottery is fixed.

A Mouse Twirling Dust

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Sun, 2014-12-07 22:29

A Mouse Twirling Dust

A quiet little mouse I am
Staying kind holding ham.
But lies and slams make me cuss
And rip your heart out before I hush,

I'm the big dog
You're the little dog
And you maybe me I'm fighting with,
The fruit of my womb, a gift,

But I’ll crush you like the twirling dust
If you don't back up, back off and hush.
I don't take kindly to missile attacks
When I'm fed-up dodging daggers, holding back.

Before I Shove Your Pushy Ass Out The Door

Submitted by brittle light on Sun, 2014-12-07 20:26

I went out today
no, I didn't. that's a lie
I wanted to go, but...
no, that's a lie too
I just wanted to stay in and drift with my current state of inertia
but you would probably frown upon that
you do that sort of thing, you know
you know you do
so I thought I'd start with an end run
and lie...just to shut you up... out....yeah, shut you out for awhile

night vision not blindness

Submitted by lovedly on Sun, 2014-12-07 19:41

Darkness is not dark enough
You claim to have served in the Air Force
I presume you would have served
in darkness
and don't you recall,
after some time
one overcomes night blindness
and
one can see in to the dark sea,
as one can during broad day light

otherwise how do you say
owls see clearly at night,
they have no special night vision

the darker the night,
the clearer one sees

Suspencious

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2014-12-07 18:16

the small rays
crespulant
spilling, the motes like frosts tears

You and I were the
fence
where we grew our secrets
the teeth bared
the hearts sewn
with sinew
and string

now our road is quiet
filling in
with limbs
and weeds

belonging to before
the before
leaving the after
to its taste
our bitter and sweetness
bound
beneath
the bold
blue

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