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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!

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Contest Vote

Submitted by Apostolos "Paul... on Mon, 2024-04-29 23:58

Vote for this month’s image prompt contest winner

Voting ends May 6th 2024.

Vote at the end of this newsletter.

 

Backwards

By: Carrie

G
All the things that I wanna write
C
Have been written
G
All the songs that I wanna sing
D
Have been sung,
G
All the things that I wanna say
C
Have been said before
D A Em G
All the things that I wanna do have been done.

G
I wanna fly a kite
A
At night instead of day,
C
I wanna drive a big old truck
D
The opposite way
G
I wanna laugh when I’m sad,
C
And cry when I’m happy and gay
D A
I wanna do what no one’s done
G
Any other day.

G
I wanna wear all my clothes
A
Wear em all inside out,

C
I wanna be real quiet,
D
When everybody else wants to shout
G
I wanna see the stars
C
When everybody else sees the sun
D
I want my day to end
C G
When everybody else’s has begun.

C D
Wouldn’t it be weird, wouldn’t it be funny and strange
A
If everyone thought like this,
G
Slightly deranged.

 

 

Lost Love

By: Alex Tanner

Should I recall those blissful times
When we like climbing flowers entwined;
Our blossoms scented evenings air
As Love and Lust forsook our cares.

Your laugh was soft and gentle,
A butterflies wings in spring,
Dancing on the sunbeams
Enough to make me sing.

Eyes so bright they sparkled
Diamonds on moonlit snow;
Flashing hither and thither
To make my pulse race so.

We held each other gentle
Yet tight so not to break,
Though deep, our love could never last,
Different paths our lives would take.

For fleeting months we tarried,
Each time we met we knew
This may be the last time
For lovers hours are few.

If I love ten thousand women
Tis you I will recall;
You gave yourself so willing,
For your passion I did fall.

On black nights as the wind howls,
As I lie in a bed so cold,
Your soft voice echoes 'cross the years
To warm my lonely soul.

                                                                                                                                         

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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.

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The globe

Submitted by Frenchf on Sat, 2013-04-06 13:54

There is a globe above my head
As I lie naked in my bed
It reflects all that it sees
Me, the garden the Linden trees
It is shiny metal
Like a kettle
But most expensive
And quite reflective
I hate seeing me in all poses
Most of all my body exposé...d
In unusual deshabille
To some it would give a thrill
The naked parts unsuspectingly bent
Being followed by image wherever I went
Sometimes I stick my tongue out at it
And it replies in identikit
It lends a air of class to my room

much argue about nothing.

Submitted by godshouldnthave on Sat, 2013-04-06 11:31

The tips of my fingers are the
forging expansions of a
lover’s oily grip on
stubborn tense
shoulders.

Comforting your frame with every
slip and glide grasp they can.
Hints of desired massage
wrapped in self-assuring
tactical brush rituals
of soft touch.

Your floured skin reminds
sardonic stained bones
of textured ether pelts.
Stretched thirsty
upon defeated
armies of dry
confidence.

why does she!

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2013-04-06 10:43

when does a woman give in
when she wants him in..

then she has no inhibitions
of what others think …
she has made her mind
so she thinks
as love flows and only she knows
from within

she has made her choice

now none can stop
love for her becomes a lovely stop
she lets him enter
but never regrets
till she has reason to repent
then tis too late
she can’t relent

Sleeves of the Soul

Submitted by Seren on Sat, 2013-04-06 06:30

our hearts were once joined,

now apart the degrees

of separation are burning,

my wounds are weeping 

there is no other day

 

judgment came yesterday

Autumn leaves began their journey

as my night was laid to rest

the walls started falling down

scattering the Rose of Sharon 

 

a bed of flowers to die in

a place to lay my weary head

I can no longer go walkabout

black smoke is streaming

a signal, all is not well

 

there is only one reality, now

Leaning Over

Submitted by S.G. Blue on Sat, 2013-04-06 02:30

Filling me up until my hands shake on the ends of these thin arms.
Wrap themselves around the body they belong to
in a slow coil like thievery
and untold stories full with sin.

The bones, they bend
so hand over shoulder
ghost white skin
lay on top and weave under;
these bones with a place for my forehead to rest,
these lips mutter prayers as they lean into nest.

Reciprocation

Submitted by brittle light on Fri, 2013-04-05 22:34

I got up
out of bed
got dressed
fed the cats
and myself

turned on the tv
news and weather
looked outside
it was sunny
but cool on the windows

sat, smoked, thought
half a day gone

pointless but true
not all inspirationy
or exciting
but true nonetheless

my life this morning
in a piece for
your boredom relief tonight

a dull poem
for sure
but it took some of your time
away from
nothingness
creeping all over you

The Electric Bordeaux Acid Test

Submitted by Josephus on Fri, 2013-04-05 13:20

The stemmed glass slowly rotates
Held up to the sun
Its contents swirl in easy motion

Carmines plum and ruby
Subtle rainbows tease
My imagination already
Tantalized by too much wine.

How many times
Have momentous thoughts
Random as these
As blurred of focus
Been so confidently
Brought to life

While looking through a
Glass of half gone
Bordeaux

Too many
I'll wager
Too many

To The Peasant

Submitted by Kwabena Agyare on Fri, 2013-04-05 08:46

You are the scarecrow
that watches over the barren fields
That land
that feeds her children with thorns ;

a keeper of ducks
that never return home

You are the breath
that the old sun despises
She slaps you
With a tyrannical stare
of fate

You are the pica
that the terrestrial vulture
craves for
with a cunning tongue
at dawn

You are whom
antediluvian's bewitched face
dance to
with cheetah's feet

When The Jokes Are No Longer Funny

Submitted by William Saint George on Fri, 2013-04-05 08:03

Late into the year,
the excitement of the new
has long faded.

The heat of the day
grows at the slightest
irritation.

Smiles are plastic
and last a little longer.

Idiosyncrasies play
like a broken record,
repeating ad nauseum
to your heightened tension.

Then fun begins to hurt
from the saturation of the heart
and the closet misanthrope begins
to play.

DO NOT DISTURB -update

Submitted by Geremia on Fri, 2013-04-05 04:26

DO NOT DISTURB

It has become a quiet
world
not much spoken
little heard
and I forbear the day
with the silence terror brings,

I am a puppet on a broken string
an incongruous human machine.
I’ve lost control.
I’ve lost my hold
on pride and dignity
and it seems to me
I’ve lost myself
in my own insanity

Useless are the words
the Mind seeks
Painful are the words
the Soul speaks.
Never to be heard
are the whisperings
that silence brings.

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