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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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Solitary thought

Submitted by reepa on Mon, 2012-05-21 15:28

In solitude I wonder
crippled by man,
I sit stare and ponder.
Is the moon hidden this night,
or is it ashamed of what it bears witness to.
The man in the moon who can see right through.

In solitude I stare,
witness to the explosions of war.
This night I pray you moon,
see the ants and the burdens inside,
not the explosions that leave the dead on the outside.
Moon do not go blind,
in solitude we still look for the angel to help us find.

Strange Mobility

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Mon, 2012-05-21 12:03

My eyes follow
a candy wrapper tumbling
up the street
right down the middle
of the double yellow center line.
I think I hear the street laughing along the
sidewalk, the red clover leaning into the sun
with green elbows, listening intently.

Two Simple Truths

Submitted by docmaverick on Mon, 2012-05-21 04:08

I'm known to try my level best
to be a man of focus, always ready;

tried to rest, heal and conserve
when my posture weren't so steady.

I chose a gate that suited me
with a pace I could endure;

Changing terrains and shifting grades
gave my giddy up, it's signature.

No hidden agenda in my hand
I've respect for the boundaries made;

only now, I'm coerced into viewing them
as they wither, and then seem to fate.

So, now I'm at the dawning
of my mid-day yawn surprise;

Camp Breakfast

Submitted by Bryan on Sun, 2012-05-20 23:49

Pine smoke
mixed with bacon
sizzling in the cast iron,
frying eggs popping in the grease…
camp fire.

spermyovee

Submitted by loved on Sun, 2012-05-20 23:08

the war would be not worth it at all
if an ovum were to be displayed
as you say,
millions of sperms in array
all will go astray...
oh what a waste
a million times won’t help
an isolated sperm ,
the invisible one,
to in one ultimately dwell

so why the hell
display an ovum isolated
take the 1000 out
and in a row lay
then many varieties of sperms may,
fight to live another day...

THE COFFEE IS COLD

Submitted by Linda Moses on Sun, 2012-05-20 22:27

I pour a cup of hot coffee
not my favorite beverage
But like the warmth it brings
I sit and consider life

I never come to any conclusions of merit
and the coffee always turns cold
no longer able to give me comfort
Is it possible that this could cause depression?

Depression stops the creative flow, you know
I am full of creative ideas
I just don't know how to find the things

Like Walter Mitty, I can do wonderful
feats in my mind
Poetry,prose of rambling
I cannot tell, I have lost

THE HAUNT

Submitted by scribbler on Sun, 2012-05-20 18:44

I walk a floor that's there no more
above listing cracked foundation stones,
just me and memories of before
the ground received my weary bones
beneath that giant white oak tree.

All the fields I used to plow
turned fallow then grew up in weeds.
They're filled with mature pine trees now
to supply some sawmill's needs.
Dark forest far as I can see.

Chariot of Chrome and Vinyl Blue

Submitted by Geremia on Sun, 2012-05-20 18:24

CHARIOT OF CHROME

I ride my chariot of chrome
and vinyl blue
wheels squeaking
as I pass through this world
of one
no longer made for two.

I sometimes hear a voice
whisper “I love you”
from somewhere
and feel the breath of a kiss
caress my lips or touch my hair.
I still smell the sun and rain
of hot Summer days.

Phantom pain all this
they say…

I ride my chariot of chrome
and vinyl blue
wheels squeaking as
I pass through ....

A Nurse's Privilege

Submitted by judyanne on Sun, 2012-05-20 15:59

I sit with him. He has no family
No-one should ever die alone
I hold his hand to comfort me
He searches for direction Home

Both wife and children left before him
He stayed for years with loved ones gone
and felt the bars of life's hard prison
in what to him felt like an aeon

I met him in his winter years
He was a kindly, spritely soul
We talked for hours, mixed laughter, tears
became fast friends, as if of old

Deposition (eddy styx)

Submitted by Candlewitch on Sun, 2012-05-20 13:55

Deposition

flesh hangs
in obscene globs
from bloody talons
a bird of prey
stripping away
humanity
producing pulp
brutal force
of beak and claw
rip and rend
all that was
mild and tender
dashed upon
jagged rocks
on cliffs of
times destruction

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