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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

6 April Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!
31 March March 2024 Contest Winners!
31 March April 2024 Contests
30 March Neopoet Weekly 03/24/24 to 03/30/24 Winner!
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It Was A Long Forgotten Walk

Submitted by William Saint George on Tue, 2014-02-11 10:19

It was a long forgotten walk
the way back home,
no birds lit up the sky
with song,
the trees had died,
all their leaves had run away
and the evening shadows were tall.

I waded through the frigid air,
each step a thought,
each breath was asking why,
but silence
was the answer that you gave
and when I looked no one was there
but ghosts of dreams
left lingering in a grave.

In Awe of Night

Submitted by Seren on Tue, 2014-02-11 08:29

A verdant night
consumes my eyes,
beyond is a light
in blackened skies

portals opened
the unseen seen,
shooting comets
develop a dream

A violin cries
of the deepest dark,
winging my heart
sound found its mark

now in the darkness
my apron of sorrow,
is thrown on the ground
draped into tomorrow

I cant my face
up to the moon,
filling my heart
it vibrates to croon

trees of the shade
move without form,
grass is curling
this isn’t the norm

S o f t W a i v e

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2014-02-10 22:10

the room light
bulb blazes fierce
throwing like a noon
day sun
the shadows
askance

but theres a haze
softness rounded
on textures

eyes trained of a
months worth of
chilled snow crystal
rounded topography
chimney plumes
rising as a city bends
and speeds past
beyond bus window
dreamers

ZOMBIE POeT

Submitted by scribbler on Mon, 2014-02-10 16:58

If I was a zombie and still wrote poetry
it would be filled with shuffling feet and stumble just like me
Like me, it would have little meaning
and irritate like low pitched keening

It would wander aimlessly.....about
on reading it most folks would SHOUT
then run away in private fear
that such a thing had gotten near

I suspect typos would run rife
from fingers now devoid of life
at least I would have an excuse
for all of my present miscues

The Kids Are Failing

Submitted by emogothgirl on Mon, 2014-02-10 16:07

The kids are failing.
I work with them after school
once a week, at least
the most I've ever been scheduled is
four times in one week,
this week.
Now there's a big fat paycheck
of forty dollars,
not taking away taxes.
My job is to help with homework
and walk the kids down
to their lockers and classrooms,
respectively,
so they have what they need.

Some of them need a stable figure in their lives.

Those that do don't get one.

the almajerie

Submitted by emeka ozurumba on Mon, 2014-02-10 12:50

................................................................... _ " "
quote tracing bush path empty apathy
the cheapest house available empathy
of federal concrete pitch impeaching

> < x
opposite worn shoes idiosyncrasy
power to forgotten eagle eyes
flight tattered gaze gazelle

/ undetermined by outcast
fish out lightening to cul-de-sac
weary and nodding vehemently boisterous
opera tenuous vociferous

A Flower Falls

Submitted by Seren on Mon, 2014-02-10 09:11

I am drawn into
the flowers form,
its petals curl
as a colour purls
with gentleness,
through the shreds
of my ripped heart

Evidence of decay
is tinged to its glisten
to last just one more day
is its only mission

This is a bloom
being finally set free
from living each day
nature’s own mortality

Pause of Breath

Submitted by swamp-witch on Mon, 2014-02-10 01:40

inhaling light as air
picking Lichenroot there on her walk

insect-lonely,
she watches the stiff verdant boughs
lit by dawn beneath the wild rose sky

tonight she’ll warm Moonhoney
in her brew of Lichenroot and Whispergrass
and finally exhale

Today I Don't Feel So Good

Submitted by doomhead on Sun, 2014-02-09 22:39

Today I don't feel so good,

Let me live like a man in the midst
of being hit by a bullet train,
screaming deformed last wishes
to the rails that speak in the scatter-brained ecstasy of orange sparks.

Let me wash away the grease of
money that soaks through the skin
forming obtruse deposits that replace
the marrow of each bone
until one wakes up as the sun hits first skyscrapers
in the horizon watching as the dollar rises
over your forehead, over your friends,
over your city.

insentient

Submitted by eightmenout on Sun, 2014-02-09 20:11

She didn't own a gun;
had never even pulled a trigger,
but this would be of little consequence
given the short range from the target.

A pattern sprayed across the wall
from the brush of a painter
gone lazy with achievement

casting the silhouette of a ghost
onto the hurried concrete

to be outlined with chalk

starting a game of hopscotch.
Passers-by tossing bits of skull
with fragments of hair
and brains still attached;

skipping and hopping with a skill
that says

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