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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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Big john

Submitted by Roscoe Lane on Fri, 2014-12-05 18:32

Big john…

I met a man called big john B,
he had a strange affect on me.
We were stood on the edge of
the Mississippi, near it’s end
a mile from the sea.

The affect he had was to free my thought,
to dream of things I thought I’d forgot
Taking me closer to that which I sought,
away from the fears and worries I’d fought.

Travelling we were from here to there,
never quite knowing the days end.
We took each new road without a care,
I’d never again find a closer friend.

(Stan's WS) (Atteration of Frost's Good Hours) (2nd Attempt)

Submitted by Rula on Fri, 2014-12-05 14:22

I had not for this winter evening walk
my just passed friend with whom to talk.
But I had the cottages in a row
up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the memories within, 2
Alike the sound of a violin. 1
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw a shadow, but couldn't track. 3

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

Missing Messiah

Submitted by Numero Negative... on Fri, 2014-12-05 11:31

If I can be whatever I put my mind to THEN I WANNA BE THE MESSIAH

Mr. Microphone Mcgyver Mr. Survivor Almost died in the clutches of the man that contributed

to my birth within his eyes

I must've looked like the Viet Kong

The sun

Submitted by boomacalaca on Fri, 2014-12-05 07:43

Clouds, so soft, float across the sky
It fills me with joy, I don't know why
At the dawn, the sky is alight with fire
a sight that never fails to inspire
this poem that I wrote just for fun
for our special friend, the magnificent sun

Where are the lights

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Fri, 2014-12-05 01:24

A December winter night in this country
and my neighbors hadn’t their boundary
with Christmas trees or Christmas lights,
in past years did shine bright.

I had been feeling well
and went out for a spell
to drive my boy to work on time.
the frowns on colleagues face had his pride.

Its been a while since I drove
my Cheverolet Aveo on the road,
but my eyes had been clear
and in my body, I had no fear.

On the way home I picked up from work
the man I call a spouse.

The Right Word WS Good Hours

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Fri, 2014-12-05 00:10

I had for my winter evening walk
no one at all with whom to talk.
But I had the trees in a row
up to their shining leaves in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within,
I had the sound of a violin.
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no trees found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

>8< Hearts

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2014-12-04 21:15

twist
gleam
the red star
dream

logic in the lost
the tragic forth
the magic
lest

wander
squander
the towers
yellowed with their
warmth
the cold
turning
blood to ice
the flesh
to worlds
away

torn in the land
asunder
the lah
of living

semblance
acquaintance
dipped in her
lacquered hue
you read
through me
like a porous
note

'Til Twilight's Last Gleaming

Submitted by brittle light on Thu, 2014-12-04 16:24

another day arrives
on schedule, as usual

I am happy for it

a new day
ample and succulent
eager for all

it begins with a glow
chirp and chatter resume
the scent of cinnamon
spikes the air

I too, am now fully awake
beaming like a saturday kid

a deepity arises
giggly and wry

I snortle as I hitch up my pants

(Stan's Word WS) (Alteration of Frost's Good Hours)

Submitted by Rula on Thu, 2014-12-04 16:04

I had not for this winter evening walk
my just passed friend with whom to talk.
Along I had the trees in a row
whispering playful sounds had come slow.

Then I summoned the memories within,
They played the sound of a violin.
The glimpse of the past interlaced.
and youthful forms were easily traced.

I had the pleasing laughter bound.
It evoked in me a sound so loud.
and though alone I headed home back
I wouldn't let his star dim-go black.

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

Crazy Missing You

Submitted by mand on Thu, 2014-12-04 05:12

I've lost all reason
Since you've been gone
don't know if I can carry on.

This empty feeling
pervading me
is sapping all my energy.

Within this haunting
I'm in a flap
sorely troubled in doldrums trap.

So when the night folds
and twilight burns
I fidget sheets of toss and turns.

I'm going crazy
just missing you
I wonder, Do you miss me too?

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