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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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ESCAPISM

Submitted by scribbler on Sat, 2011-08-06 16:31

There's too much ugliness by far
which we must face 'most every day
hatred, famine, senseless war,
and the evil people do and say

Bills past due sales people, rude
lay-offs and insecurity
politicians lying and being crude
loss of innocence and purity

Is it a wonder I escape this world
whenever I take pen in hand?
And write of beauty, leaves unfurled
how the sunset looks so grand?

Light Verse

Submitted by brittle light on Sat, 2011-08-06 08:01

there is light on the surface
darkness inhabits the depths

some like the cold deep
making their own light
I don't know how
or have forgotten

so I remain on the surface
where even night is brighter
than a wasted day spent
delving unending blackness

there, I find only despair

lone fruit of the dark

into the mystery

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Sat, 2011-08-06 07:05

the secret of heather
spills into daylight
there are nubile spirits
roaming Elysian fields
we will rest here
amoung the tender leaves
of passion,
we will ignite the flame
within
and show each other
the light
we will die a little every day,
until the scent absorbs us.

the fresh cut grass has stories to
tell. everything is holy, everything
is flame and water
we write into poems..

Blood Lust

Submitted by lou on Sat, 2011-08-06 06:02

Eyes blaze in deep within the murk
fangs dripping in inhumanity,
immortal companions veiled in depravity,
draped in profanity.

Stalking their prey
with cat like precision,
sensuous seduction ,
playing with their food.

Terror stricken hearts give way
pierced jugular,
drained of dignity.
Human husks left by the way side.
victims of blood lust.

OF THE SENSES

Submitted by t. reflexion on Fri, 2011-08-05 20:03

Some eyes grow dim with age
And so with what they perceive
Analyze carefully what you see
Deception lurks around with illusion

The nose is nuptial to smell
Polygamous in types and kinds
Nasal hairs filter, smell selected
Confused with taste at times

The tongue takes a lick with a tang
Between the bitter and the sweet
A taste measured by its worth
Safety sew up, in time of need

for Sam

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Fri, 2011-08-05 07:03

across a bridge of signs
peace rolls in with the thunder
zigzag lightning traces across your face,
illumines my memory
I can see you smile
with the ache of those who are dead
but do not sleep

I reach out for you, you
evaporate into a thought
I have miles
and you have eternal rest
but do not sleep.

the picture in the frame
stays the same
and sometimes we touch
that which is fleeting
like wild geese of Autumn

we leave no trace in the sky
our shadows gliding over earth.

LOST IN THE CITY

Submitted by t. reflexion on Thu, 2011-08-04 19:09

When I passed my exams
To go for higher studies
Shortly after dad died
My mother asked me
Where I would get the money
My answer was simple
Like the bird, it sows not
And reaps not, but feeds

Once, I was told
How hard it is to tell
The suffering of the past
When success comes
And how you don’t tell
The tale of the rain to fire
Time heals, but the scar remains
The story of suffering slipped away

Ghost Train.

Submitted by Nichole on Thu, 2011-08-04 18:38

I hear a train whistle blowing about a half mile away,
Under the covers is where I will stay.
The devil is riding the ghost train picking up lost souls,
taking them to hell amongst the heated coals.
Every living person must hide and keep still,
Away from glass doors away from the window sill.
A dark and scary night is upon me tonight,
A cold chill fills the air and so does fright.
October 31 on all hallows eve,
I wish so badly I could just leave.
That old black ghost train gives an eerie sound,

Rippers lll...

Submitted by Geezer on Thu, 2011-08-04 17:51

Killer

The Woman in the Grass

Submitted by Rhiannon1010 on Thu, 2011-08-04 16:38

Sometimes I like to take time out of my busy life
to remember,
The Woman in the Grass.

She sits in a paddock.
The grass has long turned brown.
Her long hair mingles with the foliage.
Dark waves cascading down.

She peers up at the heavens.
Mottled by many a dark cloud.
Her storm-grey eyes like daggers.
O! What mysteries they shroud.

She gasps as it begins to rain.
Acidic tears pouring down.
She falls asleep as all her pain,
Seeps into the ground.

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