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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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Fields of Wildflowers

Submitted by washing tears on Tue, 2011-10-25 12:25

Dance in the arms of the devil tonight
You’re lost in the shadows, kept out of sight
You followed him through the back door
Where I found you, looking for more

You sat on the cold concrete
You let his hands search and creep
You lay in his arms, he sings
“You could be everything…”

And oh, does god have a sound?
Like a child laughing loud,
Or the birds singing this morning
But no; everything means ‘everything’
And you wake up alone, discarded as nothing

The Felling of The King

Submitted by wesley snow on Tue, 2011-10-25 11:42

For those who have read Çaço, Man of the Morning Star this poem is easily understood. For those who have not, it stands alone. One need not know the story to read this poem.

SKAVANGER

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2011-10-25 03:34

what is offered
the cast aside hearts
wounded like sleeping birds
dissaray feather
the wheels gather the day
spokes turning on the hub
the axis of plans emerging
from laneway shadows
like languid rooms and ghost
curtians leaning from tall
wooden frames

a mouth of extravanagance
a steady home of brick
hauled from the pits
kiln fired and set with
hands that rode open decks
for work

Aphrodite's Wake

Submitted by Race_9togo on Tue, 2011-10-25 01:16

Bound by limitless duality
of passion and desire,
our need was mutually welcomed,
shivered touch an eagerness
unbridled through dark patchwork
hints of empty towns in sleeping country,
haunted by a lowering moon, swift on winding
paths of ancient stars through moonlit clouds
and shadowed stands of ripened corn
whispered with a kiss of breeze
from night's cool sigh of discontent
at the promise of a pale dawn
echoing with distant touch of deity,
hinting breaths unfolding,

Noisance

Submitted by weirdelf on Mon, 2011-10-24 23:15

That roaring mower's bloody noise
my peace and indolence destroys
so I protest with grace and poise
and hoik a broken brick at it.

a leaf-blower then intrudes most rudely
a job once done with rake as easily
after asking first politely
I kick the fucker's keister

now silence reigns my mood's enabled
I'll write rhymes which will be fabled
if my talent's not mislabeled
and those cunts keep fucking quiet

Workshop: 
Rhyme- use, variations and forms.

IT WAS A DREAM - 3

Submitted by t. reflexion on Mon, 2011-10-24 22:56

It was a long night of dreams
Traveling the long and narrow road
To where we all gathered to check our names
What was going on, I asked a bystander
I inched into the crowd to see clearly,
Behold, there it was, the Armageddon
Brim stones and fire falling with heat
The abyss was burning with wailing souls
‘It is the judgment Day’, it dawned on me
The goats were separated from the sheep
Heaven on the right and hell on the left
The good and the bad were sorted out
I hid behind the rocks with fear

Pride and joy

Submitted by shazbat on Mon, 2011-10-24 13:52

When I was young I had a car
It didn’t cost too much
It didn’t have a speedo
It didn’t have a clutch
The doors, they wouldn’t open
And the roof was non existent
The wheels were always squeaking
And the noise was quite persistent
It never had a gear stick
And the windscreen wasn’t there
This was my pride and joy, and so
I really didn’t care
The only thing that bugged though
Should it begin to shower
I couldn’t get home quick
‘cause, it was only pedal power

a Zen story

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Mon, 2011-10-24 06:22

Men with guns rule the world
we are not oblivious if we take
advantage of the Ohio sun bearing
down late October;
if we walk along
the Erie Canal,
name the flora and fauna we can never
know from the inside but for the gift
of being human.

The heron speared a perch, we waited and left,
it takes a long
time for a fish to die and be swallowed,
I had a lucid dream once, perhaps it was you,
smoke-feathered coming closer...

Exist

Submitted by lou on Mon, 2011-10-24 00:26

I scream and shout
but no one can hear me
I'm mute in their world.

I die a little in increments,  
then revive just enough to survive,
at the end of the day.

We are an alien clan ,
set to wander upon this small planet,
cocooned in our own universe.

How could anyone fathom 
the tangled depths, of another's despair,
and heights of their joy.

When we meet we will lay our burdens down,
we will need no more.
We will exist for one another.
Nothing more.

IT WAS A DREAM - 2

Submitted by t. reflexion on Sun, 2011-10-23 21:34

The relapse was swift
the scenes changed fast
I could hardly describe
the transport and the means
That took me far away
not by air, land and sea
I found myself in a place so strange
In the middle of a great hanging bridge
Over a large expanse of water
Suddenly
the bridge collapsed in front of me
Terrified
I ran faster than I had ever done
To get to the edge of the bridge
But not fast enough
to cover the stretch
I was afraid of being drowned
So I leaped and soared into space

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