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Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/28/24 to 05/04/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-05-04 13:54

This week the Neopoem is

 

  My Heart, My Heaven by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on another contest win as a neopoet member.

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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Carparks for creatives

Submitted by Scatterhatter on Sun, 2017-08-27 09:45

Wow moving is hard
So much shit
Do i need it
Houses are vessels that hold
Too
much
Crap

I feel like packing into a bag
Throwing it in my car
And venturing far

A pen a book a pad
My passenger seat
As my writing reading nook

The rain on the roof
To send me to the back seat
For slumber

Why don't we create
Carparks for creatives
Where theres a communal tent
For us to rant and vent

But society dictates these places
Are for the homeless

Goodbye

Submitted by Marvel Godwyn on Sun, 2017-08-27 04:04

I sank in the ocean of my tears,
when you left me under the torment of that lonely night.
Bounded by loneliness and fears,
my peace and joy took to flight.

Amid the frightful frigid night your name i screamed,
but your ears you shut and remained soulless,
this horrid act towards me i never dreamed,
after you vowed your love will be endless.

The Light Chalk Lounge

Submitted by fink555 on Sat, 2017-08-26 02:13

Anyway, whatever. It’s effortless.
Effortless as taking a subway ride
down to the shylock merchant
Who claims he sells pool lights,
those hushed green ones above
the stick and you, a dreamt coalition
of heat and present tense action.
He threaded the place with lanterns,
each one genie lit so you can see
them burn during the day,
Through the dark windowpanes.
He said Americans don’t have mystery,
or some shit like that, and he gave me
the money from the back where a lounge

Blue Ridge

Submitted by Rhiannon1010 on Fri, 2017-08-25 12:37

I don’t come from the Rockies.
The mighty Himalayas are as foreign as Olympus Mons.
My mountains are the crooked slope
Of an ancient granny’s back as she stoops to shell beans.

Gentle and sheltering, my mountains
Weave a world of silent mist,
Insular and serene.
These weathered peaks have laid down to rest.

My mountains have felt eons melt before them
Like the last snow of winter,
Flowing through the valleys and coves,
Etching out a new future for the land.

Learning

Submitted by Marvel Godwyn on Thu, 2017-08-24 18:13

I yearn to learn,
so that I can earn,
knowledges so profound,
by the desirous ones found.

The yearning burns like a flame,
somewhat not to acquire fame,
but to be free from obscurity,
and be filled with legerity.

It hones one's ability
to savor rare dexterity .
Gives mastery over ignorance
to enhance one's significance

Profound erudition,
not an over night acquisition,
it comes from a sound learning,
prompted by a deep yearning.

In an eyeblink

Submitted by YungPrinzeT on Thu, 2017-08-24 18:03

....it is the incomprehensible
Like the azure,
having neither beginning nor ending.

The prince of innocence
that rides the flying horse
in a transitional space.

The sensitive snail
that sings war & peace
from generation to generation

Pride of the kids
Regret of the negligent
Age.

The strength of the weak
& the weakness of the strong.
The unseen umpire of activities

In an eyeblink, it's
come & gone.
it's the time.

Where Wild Flowers Grow.

Submitted by Timbo on Thu, 2017-08-24 11:52

Where Wild Flowers Grow.

Children playing in the evening sun
running around, just having fun.
Dogs chasing balls happy to play
rolling in the grass late in the day.
A couple sitting on the ground
trying not to make a sound.
Where so much happened, long ago
on the field where wild flowers grow.

Abbey's Song

Submitted by vandiemenspeak on Thu, 2017-08-24 08:08

When she was four,

My evenings were spent listening
as her little mind unravelled the day
like a ball of wool untangled
The event un-spooled in colour

The minutiae of every significant moment:
a strangers hair, a teachers look,
a song of made up words
that came in a rambling tumble

Everything aglow when you were four,
everything grew with significance,
bubbled through the surface of the eye,
Was held in awe for a fleeting moment,
Palm up

Then let go

APOCALYPSE

Submitted by Omenogor Chidi ... on Wed, 2017-08-23 20:42

The festive beats of doom
Intensified metronomically in my bedroom
The raucous raw of invisible laughter
Reverberating through impressionable walls
Echoing in zoom
Tearing my curtains assunder
Pulling down the mighty roofs
Atop my atrocious bed sheets
And uncovering my nudity

I learn my lessons the hard way
I choose to walk the broad way
In the company of mediocrity in broad day
Fused, used and mused, like the potters clay

" Forgive Me, For I Could Not Know"

Submitted by Basya on Wed, 2017-08-23 19:00

I stumbled 'pon some crumbling graves
Of whom, or which I could not know
Had died in peace, or maybe not
I mulled but still, I could not know.

A legacy of great, big men
Could be interred beneath the stone
Yet thinking there for quite some time
There'd been no way I could have known...

"Forgive me men, I could not tell
Nor keep, salute or even know
The greatness that could maybe be
I'm sorry men, I could not know..."

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