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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 stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

A PAUSE IN THE TRAIL

Submitted by scribbler on Tue, 2012-01-31 09:01

I look back upon this lengthy trail
and barely see where it began
for it's faded like a white contrail,
like any effort left by man.

Distance masks the rougher parts.
From here rivers seem mere brooks.
There's no sign of the stops and starts
or short rests earned in restful nooks.

Overall the path has been ascending
and full of forks along the way
which I often chose merely depending
on the whim which struck that day.

21 Knots

Submitted by Conect11 on Tue, 2012-01-31 00:13

There's a humbling sound
at 21 knots,
this voice
powerful,
and frightening.

I can hear,
but can't see anyone.
Human words are not sufficient
to even describe it.

I lost the ability to discern it
at Babel's folly,
when I learned the vice of pride.

But in this dark place,
this no place,
and this every place
it is thunderous and piercing
if I just turn my ear into it
12 stories up,
winnowing into sinew,
between joint and marrow
in this deep place.

Chaotic Christmas

Submitted by Nichole on Mon, 2012-01-30 23:32

Hurry hurry rush rush,
Turkey in the oven and cranberry crush.
The dog sitting starring at the food,
Pretending to be good.
Hoping I will drop a single crumb,
C'mon sparky, I'm not that dumb.
Drooling in a puddle on the floor,
Oh my how gross Sparky go outdoors.

Workshop: 
Expanding Your Perspective

Love Story Number One

Submitted by Search on Mon, 2012-01-30 22:05

It was my fault.
That because of me,
You thought we had love.

That I led you to believe,
That it was fire,
When it was ice.

Maybe I forgave you,
Only to let you keep doing what you did,
Behind my back.

Perhaps you thought that when you were in pain,
I wasn’t.
But I hated that pain.

Because of me,
You tore apart the feeling.
Maybe we had love.

inspired

Submitted by lou on Mon, 2012-01-30 21:38

i have a fatal flaw
i'm only inspired
when the darkness attempts to swallow me whole.

Can't write happy cliches,
got to write , full on shit kicking.
And so for me there is no I between

 I'm resigned to the dark side
that's where i live,
that is me

The reason I am still living
is ny ability to plough my feelings
on to the page

I'll use any means available,
Even if it's profanity
To keep the poem moving

Mind, Heart, Body and Soul

Submitted by WonderGolly on Mon, 2012-01-30 20:55

In the fields of my mind
Odd clouds gather
Mists of uncertainties
Senseless insanities

In the sanctum of my heart
Dark storms growl
Blizzards of bitterness
Senseless unhappiness

About the petals of my body
Thorny vines grow
Deep wounds anew
Senseless unhealed scars

I dread for my soul
Inward uneasiness
The darkness awaken
At this sunrise

Fables and Phantoms...

Submitted by Geezer on Mon, 2012-01-30 12:33

Evil, wears the faces that we put on it
The masks that we see are of our own device
Out of the darkness, in the light of the fire
we chisel and paint, bringing to life our fears

Warnings woven in tales handed down
of innocence carried away
in the absence of enlightenment
So we seek to put names and faces on it

What we cannot see frightens us
We need the lamps of understanding
Then we can invent ways of defeating evil
There must be Ying and Yang

Stygian Witch

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Mon, 2012-01-30 10:47

I can't remember how this poem was to begin,
so I'll stir up a little agitation,
there's nobody home and nobody's without sin,
thieves are amoung us and steal the pontificating heart
with parochial parody.
Poets, damn them one and damn them all,
damn their inclinations
and exaltations.
Damn their invitations.
Damn their spotted dogs and damn their blind eyes,
damn their truth. Damn their loose lips,
flapping like red sails in the wind.

God's Wit

Submitted by William Saint George on Mon, 2012-01-30 05:49

God has wit
and a sense of humour;
He made politicians
first.
To keep the devils
laughing silly
so He could make
the world in peace.
Then He invented
the feminist movement
when he formed Eve
from a spare rib.
And just to add
a dirty bit to
an already awkward set up,
He left them naked
in a garden patch
with a fruit
and a talking snake.

The lie

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Mon, 2012-01-30 00:39

What a lie
that I can own the moon,
The untruth
Which makes me think
I can hold the sun

It is selfishness
To believe
that someone feels
As I do
Or expect that love
Will return
Just as light arrives
On a  brand new day

Seeing the green grass
Grow to only whither
As winters wind
Begins to blow,
The heart felt chilling
Bitter cold
Which steal away
Springs green glow

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