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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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Stop, look, listen

Submitted by shazbat on Sun, 2011-10-30 19:00

The day was bright and sunny
The temperature was high
With skylarks singing sweetly
As they hovered in the sky

The babbling brook was babbling
To the sighing of the trees
The butterflies were coasting
Way up high upon the breeze

I gazed at all the wonders
Mother nature had in store
And I marvelled at her beauty
As I stood outside my door

That life affirming moment
Sent a shiver down my spine
So I went to watch the tele
With another glass of wine

Test poem

Submitted by neopoet on Sun, 2011-10-30 18:41

Test

Unbroken

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Sun, 2011-10-30 09:48

You say we should float together
somewhere
above our bodies
interred but grounded,
you wax poetic
sometimes
while you hold me
in your organic embrace

rising,

I say we're just moonbeams,
you say
you wouldn't be one if you had to give
up your dick,
I laugh out loud,
and wonder if life isn't
one long orgasm,
with the untidy event
of living by the books
thrown in its way.

Pen to Page

Submitted by docmaverick on Sun, 2011-10-30 09:20

I took a mini-journey
on the night that was before,

it came my way
through shadows, grey

appearing startling, at my door !

~

Abruptly, I put pen to page
so I couldn't get it wrong,

I had to write
into the night,

to catch serendipity's song.

~

Suddenly, transpiring
in a most peculiar way,

in a blinding flash
our hearts did crash,

a song neither of us could play.

~

She was of lines, that took us down
each pathway, effortless;

Gouging

Submitted by lou on Sun, 2011-10-30 08:18

Slicing at veins
Oozing life,
Distress.

Gouging emotion
Frenzied , insane
Pulping flesh

Rip eyes from the sockets
Scratch out the name
Unbearable to remain

A band of steel
Ratcheted around the heart muscle
Crushing existence

Raw, infinite power
Dicing into throw away chunks
Tearing biting stripping resolve

STOLEN SIXPENCE

Submitted by t. reflexion on Sat, 2011-10-29 19:08

Boys played a game in school
Stealing of pens no matter how
They called it, ‘tapping’ by name
Our fathers worked in far away land
Sending money for our books and fees
Some relished in squandering spree

I went home from school without a pen
Wondered what to use next day
I stepped into the room of Akpan Nya
The man of the house in father’s absence
On his table was a world receiver
And coins scattered in front of it

AND I WONDER-updated

Submitted by Geremia on Sat, 2011-10-29 18:32

AND I WONDER
I regret the days I left behind
And the years lost on foolish things.
I’m sorry for the angry words
Turning smiles to tears
And my heart sinks in memory
When it’s only ghosts I see

I sorrow for the tomorrows that would be mine.
And I worry what will become of me
As I decline.
I wonder where they all have gone
And I do suffer to be the last one….

Moon Dance

Submitted by Candlewitch on Sat, 2011-10-29 10:59

moon dance

dark heavens
hold soft petite
intermittant clouds
moving slowly
on gentle breezes
float leisurely aside
revealing
the silver white
of a copious orb
low in the sky
seemingly
almost within
loving reach
I want to claim it
as my own
as I waltz
to the tune
the moon has inspired
within my soul

Your Admiration

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2011-10-29 10:56

Your Admiration

Is only because
your brain is so wired,
Despite your ailment
You are bright
While others not ill,
Are so much without
Depth, love and insight

Coz our brains are integrated
And
Cast at birth
While in the womb
And
The mom knows not
what she is thinking,
Of the loveliest new arrival
or the tomb

And

Coming Home to Roost on Wallstreet

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Sat, 2011-10-29 09:59

There are beggars in fields of wild red roses,
savage rooms grow in brick and stone, in driftwood
and the busy street,
I can not point a finger of indictment to the untouchables
in your head.

If no one bears responsibility like a forlorn tusk into the arena of brave politics
who will be left behind?
What would it take to set free the lepers?
Heave the stone from your shoulder and retell the story you tell yourself,
turning away from....
your tears washing four corners
and counting crows.

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