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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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Iambic

Submitted by judyanne on Thu, 2011-10-06 01:10

My muse tells me the best of poets use iambic meter.
The really good expressions I have noticed in these styles,
as sonnets, nonets, quatrains - all those so-called 'perfect' verse -
will be accepted by a judge and win a comp by miles.

When rhythm streams across the page and rhyme is never missing,
a writer in ta dum vibration, song-like essence captures.
If lyrics off the tongue all roll in strolling, lilting fashion,
a master of this form will have an audience in raptures.

Ancient

Submitted by greeneyes on Thu, 2011-10-06 00:39

I hear a whisper in the breeze,
Older than the seven seas,
A story of long ago,
When it began, I do not know.

A tale of the Elven race,
Who left this world without a trace,
A people once plenty,no longer here,
Gone forever, this much I fear.

They lived in peace, lovely and fair,
What riches they had, they would gladly share,
They loved this world, with all they had,
Which makes this story so terribly sad.

Tough guy

Submitted by shazbat on Wed, 2011-10-05 19:09

I wish I were a tough guy
The kind you meet in books
Made of rock hard muscle
With rugged hard man looks
A Raymond Chandler hero
Exuding macho charm
A super spy or villain
With a beauty on each arm

I’d love to be the kind of guy
That others see and fear
The bane of every coppers life
I'd look at them and sneer
I might fall for a sucker punch
Get beaten up or more, but
I’d meet them face to face
And then, I’d even up the score

CHERISHED BAOBAB TREE

Submitted by t. reflexion on Wed, 2011-10-05 18:27

My skin colour is stained
With an orange circle round my mouth
Each time I take a sip of Fanta drink
My skin colour is not buff
Neither crimson nor cerise but mixed
With a tint of blonde on my head

My skin colour is not difficult to tell
When I look at myself backward in the mirror
My father’s skin is made darker by the sun
Charcoal black when he sits by the fire
Then turned grey with dust of the season
Like the bark of our cherished baobab trees

The pleasures of life

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Wed, 2011-10-05 17:07

Death is unknown
Life is the mystery
On the path
Through my own history

I was born
As a positive spark
But alone the way
In came the negative dark

Lost in a world
Without a guiding light
My heart became hard
To withstand the fight

Mists of hate
Clouded my mind
I could not hear or see
Those that would be kind

The opaque screen
Which was my life
Kept my thoughts
In constant strife

Guillotine

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2011-10-05 13:03

stand against
this forlorn wish

the falling wave
heavy as a guillotine
September stays

October drawing
like a wick
the flames of souls
entwined
the sharp taste
of bitter lust
dressed in
Tuesdays look

like your secret
photographs pressed
between the pages
of a favoured book

Unveil Me

Submitted by loved on Wed, 2011-10-05 09:54

So many times
So many have tried
And
Failed at it,
To unveil the veil upon my statue,
As I stand alive inside it.
That veil when my time comes,
To attain glory,
Guys and girls come out with stories gory

Why do you want to unveil the statue?
It’s not yet ready,
So they say,
Why unveil it in a half-baked way.
A living statue perhaps maybe
So they steal my recognition away,

I've never herded oxen, have you?

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Wed, 2011-10-05 08:45

If you've never herded oxen,
the way through madness is
an unfolding thing, but
not necessarily so;

if you've never hugged a tree
you must have vampire eyes, drawing blood
from life and limb, but not
necessarily so.

If you've never been in love with love,
you've never climbed a mountain much
less Jacob's ladder, but not necessarily
so;

Hark!

Submitted by William Saint George on Wed, 2011-10-05 08:24

Hark! hark!
A raven in the clouds.
A slight of sleet,
A chilly hand,
A malevolent spirit barks:

Howl! Howl!
The birds and owls.
The beasts of night
Are feeding fast.

Caw! Caw!
The sound of death.
The funeral gate
Is void of hope.

Leave! Leave!
The reaper calls
Within his solemn,
Melancholy hall:

"To death, they die,
For death, they lie.
For loss, they mourn,
For hope they cry!"

Increments of Solitude

Submitted by Seren1 on Wed, 2011-10-05 08:05

as yesterdays hand
slips off my shoulder
tomorrows embrace
takes my lips

in this, today
I breathe a thousand sighs
and soar a
breathless wind

I've heaved the night
until the day broke
and stood in the middle
of all and nothing

and now I live
in the milliseconds
between this world
and the next

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