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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.

Neopoet Weekly 03/24/24 to 03/30/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-03-30 22:48

This week the Neopoem is

 

Agony by  David Grigorian

 

Congratulations to David Grigorian on his first contest win

31 March March 2024 Contest Winners!
31 March April 2024 Contests
30 March Neopoet Weekly 03/24/24 to 03/30/24 Winner!
28 March Early Spring Image Prompt contest Winner!
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Who was She

Submitted by loved on Thu, 2014-03-13 12:33

She came for a moment
a fleeting one
just to give me energy
Divine

she was drunk by my eyes
and like wine dissolved
into the universe
in a momentous moment

gave me the fruits of joy
men need most
of an intent
to creativity
a beautiful content
and in the eyes of god
she merged after that monumentous moment...

Little Mouse

Submitted by alidzain on Thu, 2014-03-13 03:01

Little Mouse is hungry,
time to look for food.
He leaves for the kitchen
to find cheese to loot.

Thus he moves quickly,
passing by the fat cat,
who watches him silently,
ready to attack.

Once the deed is done,
he wants to go home
but his courage undone
crumbling like stone..

The cat is standing!
trouble approaching
Little Mouse squeaking
Scared, he starts running

His grip slipping,
his cheese falling
His heart breaking,
but he's not pausing

DEAD PINE (brought back for "serving poet" shop)..edit

Submitted by scribbler on Wed, 2014-03-12 15:41

There is a tall loblolly pine
beside a gravel road I sometimes drive
beyond a weathered dead end sign.
It's years since it was last alive.

I first saw it with needles brown
at the start of leaf fall's season.
The tree stood straight from root to crown.
It died from no apparent reason.

And time passed on and time passed on
until the tree stood needle bare,
a thing wood peckers drummed upon.
I once saw a horned owl perch there.

Workshop: 
To serve poet.

death of the stars quill

Submitted by emeka ozurumba on Wed, 2014-03-12 14:03

Ascension the pitch dawn warriors
slivers and effervescence
remand to spoil and share
lee red beret rebels clarion

back into their night of days
centrifugal to partisan shadow
participle in the order of trends

winds and tame hunters oak
white wash as oyster shell
fate forced to far western-
eastern morn was mourn rebirth

four beer fur bier
for bear Appolyon shade
the crayon magazine ,
sung carrion Hades

primeval epitaph of hide and seek
no more sought for thin
gazers gloom glazier

transcendence

Submitted by Seren on Wed, 2014-03-12 10:41

drape me
in folds of night
sequined with
shimmering stars
in my hand place
a cosmos flower
on my head place
a nebula veil

let my coffin be
made of moon-dust
and my pillows
be rippling clouds
tear new holes
in the firmament
so that I can
see on down

tell the future
I could not wait
I have morphed
and moved ahead
when darkness
starts its breaking
celebrate life
for I am not dead

VEILS edit

Submitted by Geremia on Wed, 2014-03-12 08:47

VEILS

No man can know the depths
of another man's pain.
The loss of another, The loss of oneself.
Life brings to each of us our own special moments
unique , unshared, unseen to the rest
covered in ritual veils, a broken heart
and a soul tottering on despair,

Defiant Till The End

Submitted by alidzain on Tue, 2014-03-11 17:27

I refuse to bow to tyranny
even if it spells the death of me
Your king may have chained my body
but my spirit is free!

He burns the homes of peasants
and kill all of their men
then their children watched in silence
as his army raped the women

He is a coward who bullies the weak!
A man who hides behind his lackeys!
While they fight until they bleed,
his royal guards guarantee his safety

palms

Submitted by emeka ozurumba on Tue, 2014-03-11 14:04

on cotton skinned
skiened transparent
cross-commas, dash
scattered funambulist
of who we are
clasping writ by trees sketched
before bud relinquish
foliage soul

Lovely embrace..

Submitted by loved on Tue, 2014-03-11 11:36

Let me embrace you young one...
as I need warmth all over my face...
so let’s embrace...
warmth will flow from me to you...
as we curl up in embrace
and that’s no disgrace...

we love each other’s face
so we in public embrace
come on now gals and guys
face to face just to
E M B R A C E
and
see eye to
E Y E

r a c i n e t t e

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2014-03-10 22:35

nettles
this dust summer
is a fire
and you drawl your lithe moves
in sweet sweat and perfume
the sugar plume
dark tobacco
amber potency
thirsty against the screen

your eyes feasting beyond the
bushfields with their drooping
limbs full of heat

stirring in your weary
glass your rancinette
purse up your lips
about the pink straw
the lashes flickering
like the black mascara
line of a storm

too far to whet the
land in agony

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