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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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The Fight

Submitted by Robert Melliard on Tue, 2014-07-29 00:07

A woman who works for Médecins Sans Frontières
tells me how she and others battle on
despite the constant setbacks.

She says it can take a day sometimes
to travel twenty miles, on sand or mud.

They know supplies may not arrive on time
but every moment's precious
such are patients' needs.

She says that people die quite often
after treating them for weeks or months
as if such tragedies came with the job.

s u p p o s i t i o n 3

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2014-07-28 15:30

petal hued skies
the threat of rain
bureaus
waiting for transcripts
of yesterdays wants

in the darkness
the dreams roam
called in
by the hunger
of their want
the fill of color
in the vision

the tragic
misses
the flaws
that create
the masterpiece
of longing

and here
beneath
the static
of the breeze

there is discovery
in each step
each breathe

arriving
arriving
in each
gentle
departure

My Whore is Better

Submitted by eightmenout on Mon, 2014-07-28 12:07

my whore is better than your whore
just ask as many men as you can see
my whore was their whore long before
my little whore was just my whore and me

I knew it the first time we met
my whore was, simply put, the very best
the way she moved, the way she dressed
without a doubt a slut above the rest

so I put my whore on parade
got her all dolled up for the party scene
and reveled in my dance with fame
me a walking arm in arm with my queen

The Enemy Within

Submitted by alidzain on Mon, 2014-07-28 09:17

Beware!

When envy leaks from your heart,
the soul will be poisoned.
The conflict will spread to the mind,
turning your words into venom.

Peace will hang by a thread,
time will taunt you into action.
When the truth is replaced
by mere speculations
and all that you have
are unproven assumptions,
do not lay down your guard.
For there within the shadows,
the enemy returns.

AN OPEN LETTER TO THE CREATOR

Submitted by Leonard on Mon, 2014-07-28 03:48

Thoughts
swarm my mind
like bees do
around a honeycomb

I am
My memories
My desires
My prejudices
And fears

I express myself
In a chemical stream
Of nervous energy

But,
What about the thinker
Where is he

Can I find him beneath
The seismic shifts
of an overactive consciousness
Does he envelope the activity
or
is he subservient to it
This enigma
I have been grappling with
My entire life

Renga 8 "A Song Of Passion"

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Mon, 2014-07-28 01:34

We must learn to sing
teach us of your ways of love
show me the rapture

see how the passion rises
shield me not from true loving

let us dance with joy
as we celebrate this life
painted with laughter

embrace innocence again
release the heart from malice

wide eyed innocence
blissful days of childishness
boys run after girls

embrace the cheerful laughter
remember days of your youth

in each beat of heart
listen to the melody
in high and low notes

Workshop: 
Renga 8 "A Song Of Passion"

Nothing is forever ....as you already know

Submitted by lovedly on Sun, 2014-07-27 14:33

That you know nothing
is forever
nothing much
about us is known

this universe is a vast home
mundane for those who so want to feel
for those who follow
only there is no reprieve

I gently seek indulgence
of now
and
here

What is beyond, beyond
I don't know
nor,
do I fear

Know me just as a passer by
you will
as much as I will
all shall pass by

Wildfire

Submitted by Search on Sat, 2014-07-26 23:12

What are you looking for?
What did you see?
Going in or out?
What’ll it be?

Now you got me thinking.
Looking both ways in the mirror,
Just to see what’s behind of me.

And I hope you catch your dreams,
Go far like a wildfire,

Hope you found a sucker in me,

Go on
Just,
Not with me.

INTENSE IMAGINATION

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Sat, 2014-07-26 13:54

Pallid the sky 
bleached by summers sun 
ghost blue behind the standing trees
an audience to the heavens
that empty place 
we fill with our illusory ideas 
perfection in the geometry
of our joys and fears
make tangible our thoughts 
on strings of harps 
and angels wings

so many things we bring to life 
with our intense imagination 
creating peace 
disturbing peace 
no peace finding

NOTHING TO SEE

Submitted by scribbler on Sat, 2014-07-26 09:11

Another evening on the deck
watching shadows grow in length.
Nothing to see this summer eve
as heat of day loses its strength.

Everything is green on green
on all thirteen types of tree
which adorn my big back yard.
A wasp flies by ignoring me.

Can't see the pond this time of year,
too many leaves block off the view
but a blue crane rises up from it
and heads toward roost as they all do.

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