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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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Daily for peace let us hunger

Submitted by Marvel Godwyn on Sun, 2017-08-13 11:18

Strife let us learn to slough,
and to each other offer an olive bough
On earth if there is peace
our bodies and souls will be at ease.

Let peace dwell in our marrows
and its rumbling with ardor echo,
across every land,creek and hill;
every yearning heart let it thrill.

Peace the world desires,
and these most it requires;
a tranquil nature like a dove
and a heart filled with love.

The river snake dreaming

Submitted by vandiemenspeak on Sun, 2017-08-13 08:46

A ladder to the giant moon,
the shape and sheen of silver plate

A strange, mistaken creature lurks,
under a tree warped by night's make

And looks on at the river bow,
Mercurial, creeping midnight snake

What an inspired thing to take,
out of this shimmering earth?

How many times did I pass you by
as I flew into night for sleep?

Snake meanders now, below, and I
see the fog melting lights of

Your bus, as it makes it's way
slow, following the sacred scale

Your attraction

Submitted by AMOGELANG MOKOBANE on Sun, 2017-08-13 06:27

Where do you buy such class?
Can I study so I can finally pass?
I'd like my day you promised
I'm afraid you'll be missed
May be too comfortable and be kissed
But I would want my lips on addiction
You have more than affection

Remember Monday at college?
You got an amazing art of walking
You'd be Queen if I'm king
I've looked at you countless times
My heart having smiles
Does age matter much to you?
Would it be wrong to be in my view?
Remember last Monday at college?

Lattice Envoi

Submitted by fink555 on Sat, 2017-08-12 23:16

And these marshes, maybe they are for fools. On one side the cloud had a shadow flushed pane, the same as in twisting skylights.
A hand waved in filaments, a shock had destroyed the film canister’s continents and five strips hung near the gold, where a halved alien face brewed in this storm with a showgirl’s.
How am I to live in dismissal with these beatified peeks, as a small golden beetle eating through pink wrapping paper till the gift is seen?

Flicker To Flash

Submitted by brittle light on Sat, 2017-08-12 21:02

homogeneous darkness has no form.

how far can one see
into utter blackness;
an inch,
a light year
how could one tell of difference

but with the flick of a His bic
a cosmic candle is lit
Oh! Wow!
and now we behold

Light and sight
entwined
in spectral glory
bursting forth
forever
to shine
for eyes
for mind
for watchers of dreams

TO SEE

THE DARK TRADE

Submitted by YungPrinzeT on Sat, 2017-08-12 17:37

*_@YungPrinzeT_*
06/08/2017
4.00AM

*THE DARK TRADE*

As darkness clouds the earth,
Papa soil seeks a space
To grow his grains,
But no light in the south nor north.

Blindness binds the eyes
Of the mama manure,
Not to see the tiny seeds
With the nitty-gritty of the future.

Greediness feeds the tender green
Plants in the fallow field.
Ignorantly the fig lost its grin
To the modern cultural values & deeds.

Looking for Peace

Submitted by WonderWoods on Sat, 2017-08-12 16:50

I've been searching all over through country and town,
To find a place to set me down -
A quiet place with a friendly aire,
When I find it I'll know I'm there.
I've looked and looked over land and sea
But there no longer seems to be
A land where people are loving and kind,
Where hatred and war are left far behind.
I seek a place where men are free
To be what God had meant them to be,
Where bigotry and prejudice have been driven out
And people have learned what peace is about.

The Colours of Kahlo

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Sat, 2017-08-12 07:39

"The most important thing is to hold on, hold out, for your creative life, for your solitude, for your time to be and do, for your very life."  ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estés

WAR OF WORDS

Submitted by scribbler on Fri, 2017-08-11 18:15

Some people write in perfect rhyme
with almost perfect flow
and they spend a lot of time
writing poems in old style, you know

....Then others write what's called free verse
....They concentrate on message
....and being brief, choosing each word
....to express exactly what they feel

Some say that rhyming is passé'
something to be out grown
hardly to be read today
discarded like a meatless bone.

Beauty Is

Submitted by Keith Logan on Fri, 2017-08-11 01:07

Her profile’s not a perfect silhouette,
she bares no shapely leg or heaving breast;
the voice not of a nightingale coquette
enslaving countless men it has impressed.
She cannot hover like a bird in flight
nor even glide with poise across the floor;
she will not set a lusting world alight
where men are beating pathways to her door.

But she’s a lovely lady none the less,
the winning smile within her eyes one part;
a bubbly nature flowing to excess
shares love and joy that overfills her heart.

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