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Neopoet Weekly 05/05/24 to 05/11/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-05-11 22:23

This week the Neopoem is

Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

Let us congratulate Terumi Sakurai on their first win as a neopoet member.

About Contests

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Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-05-05 20:27

The winning poem of the

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine is

 Backwards by  Carrie

Congratulations to Carrie on such a unique poem.

 

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!

30 April April 2024 Contest Winners
30 April May 2024 Contests
27 April Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/21/24 to 04/27/24 Contest Winner!
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Damn Them

Submitted by Ian.T on Fri, 2014-07-04 04:34

Why Me
 
The hideous noise is back again
Ripping my thoughts to shreds
Just leave me alone go away
At night and then, now in the day
 
No matter how much I scream
My sleep is tortured with the same dream
Over and over it tips my mind
I left my mates there behind
 
Creeping Barrages they knew
How to make a strong man weep
Splintered metal toward me did creep
Yet my friend always came through
 
Why did he stare with vacant gaze
His sunken eyes unblinking looking me?

The Old Forest Tree

Submitted by alidzain on Thu, 2014-07-03 19:13

The old forest tree is sad.
Her crown of branches raises high,
barren of green leaves.

Her thick, buttress roots
spread across the weeping ground,
where its breath, halted.

The forest is ruined,
for the sake of Man's dream called
Civilization.

They know not the truth?!
The trees are Natures' temples
where beasts seek shelter.

Their roots brace the earth,
joining a sea of grasses,
offering their strength.

'Mordor'...

Submitted by Geezer on Thu, 2014-07-03 18:21

Blackness, descends upon the land
No freedoms to perform or hold
Mordor's darkness, is beneath his hand
Death is what you get for being bold

Complacent people herd, you know
Ostrichsized, with buried heads
They make believe it isn't so
It's too late when you are dead

Look around you, see the truth
Don't turn your eyes away
Wasted days, and Ananias' youth
I think we all should pray

When She's Away

Submitted by Robert Melliard on Thu, 2014-07-03 01:59

When She's away
I can smoke in any room
or leave washing-up
in the sink for days.

I feed forbidden titbits to our dog
and watch it come alive.

I fall asleep on the sofa late at night
with the T.V. turned up high,
listening to repetitive news
or the latest music videos,
or watching naked girls with phones.

I don't even go to bed.

When She's away I miss her
like half my life,
but I invite alcoholic friends to lunch,
challenging myself to have
just two or three drinks.

_v a c a n c y_____

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2014-07-03 01:33

astride the plastic truths
rain falling like silver hoops
shop stolen vermouth
drizzling in a patter

pooling reflections
the dazzle blaze of
your eyes
"what's the matter"

seconds curling
within the steel
casing
curtians soothing
sway
drone keep television
bray

whisper to a sigh
the stagnant
heap of order
waits
like a wolf

peach tranquility
luminous on the
extended thigh

Birth of a gc

Submitted by lovedly on Wed, 2014-07-02 08:34

Nice waiting for a GC

When my first one arrived
or was to,
I knew the caesarean was due
but the doc thought poorly of me
what does this grand pa to be

Think said she

so many gcs have I delivered
now he makes my inner quiver

Lo and behold
the nurse went running
doc, doc breathless was she,
I knew they have to act fast,
ere a disaster should pass

and the doc went into the ops room quickly,
controlled the situation
a grand child was born

6 >6 ** S U F L I C A U T E

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2014-07-02 01:08

cezanne eyes and widths
butterscotch eyes
tendrils of cheap rain
falling from the old peel
bending sound of traffic
the fast hot wheels

groceries dead in a fridge
and a monotone fly
circling through the flak
of steamy humid air

there is fire in the glass
and sultry hisses in
little s's
Jim Beams and
strong gum
glistening pink
on the old bible
like the fifties
(book of issiah)

Fire Meet Gasoline

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Tue, 2014-07-01 17:30

Fire meets gasoline
There is sure to be
An explosion.

I'm exploding
Everyday I'm awaken
And see that
My world has not change.

Simple interaction
Ignites a spark
Trying to get it right
Explodes into a ball of fire

Setting my flesh to flames
Like lightening
I reach for the truth
But it leaves me burning
Wrangling on the ground
For some water to cool me.

This Economic Crisis

Submitted by Robert Melliard on Tue, 2014-07-01 17:18

My son has given up his job:
he survived for almost a year
but finished up stressed-out.

He worked fourteen hours a day
for 1,500 euros a month.
He is a land surveyor;
he studied for five years
to get his degree.
That was his first job
and he is disillusioned.

One night they kept him in the office till 5 a.m.
then he had to go to work again at 8 a.m.
and measure accurately all day.

If he made a mistake
the company would lose money
and he would be responsible.

the hounds of a butcher

Submitted by emeka ozurumba on Tue, 2014-07-01 13:47

foot rounds to blood in side-pocket presumably
the ants of hill sun-smote refill
hounds, players above, below game
and the ballot is an ultimate forestry
cannibal cluster to let go our egos
quicker for the range of impeccable yoke's
primates for sullied yolks, car in these posters
ape the large size of submitted hearts provenance
infidel caliph to his masters ante-room
where cameras dangle around his neck

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