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Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/14/24 to 04/20/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-20 14:53

This week the Neopoem is

 

Poetic Creations by Mark

 

Let us congratulate Mark on his latest contest win.

Neopoet Weekly Contest Winer 04/07/24 to 04/13/24

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-13 21:46

This week the Neopoem is

 

there you are by  leoferaco

 

Let us congratulate leoferaco on his latest achievement.

Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-06 22:02

This week the Neopoem is

 

Enchantress.by Alex Tanner

 

Let us congratulate Alex Tanner on his latest achievement.

March 2024 Contest Winners!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-03-31 21:16

Congratulations to our contest Winners 

 

Mother Nature  contest  was won by Lavender with the poem To My Monarch and Her Milkweed

03/24 New Member Contest was won by lostLA with the poem insights of a orphan

03/24 I Was Bullied was won by Candlewitch with the poem Ramming Speed!

03/24: What My Best Friend Gave Me was won by  Mark with the poem What My Best Friend Gave Me

03/24 Looking At The Stars was won by Alaethia D with the poem Dear Heart, One More Time

03/24 My Favorite Pet was won by  Alex Tanner withy the poem My Pal Jet.

13 April Neopoet Weekly Contest Winer 04/07/24 to 04/13/24
6 April Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!
31 March March 2024 Contest Winners!
31 March April 2024 Contests
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s e h n s u c h t

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2012-03-21 23:51

d r e h e n

riven a glass dressed in rains
the slow dance
the damp hell vice
upon a fire soul blazing

steam and wet desire
twin of night
twin of day

twas want for both
I long for play
the perfume of
the de ja vue

Burn

Submitted by emogothgirl on Wed, 2012-03-21 22:46

I guess it’s over now
But what else can I expect?
All of those days you left me
Waiting on your front door steps
There’s no point in asking how
So here’s my heart for hire
I’ll look until my eyes roll back
Until I find that fire

Burn

I’m going up in flames
To ashes in the air
All my life was cold and now
It seems like you don’t care
This heat is getting heavy
Pressure on my head
You meant to call my name
You said “lover” instead

LEAF OUT

Submitted by scribbler on Wed, 2012-03-21 21:23

* been a long time since I did this.......1 poem in 3 forms

I rest against a poplar tree
on a small bluff above a creek
a spot I visited last week
where I go to seek serenity
and escape the jostling crowd

Seven days ago I sat in sun
beneath tall monarchs bare of leaves
no rustle stirred by wandering breeze
ere the leaf out had begun
unmuffled sounds seemed clear and loud

dreams

Submitted by Starlight on Wed, 2012-03-21 19:20

swaying ....................................................................upon
the shadow
of this moon.

the silhouettes
reflect ........................................................................two
as one.

our ...........................................................................stars
are fading with
the peak of a horizon.

for you....................................................................were
just sand
erased by the wind.

The Final Truth of Lies

Submitted by Gomez on Wed, 2012-03-21 17:16

Love was just a dream,
Something I could not aspire to,
But tonight,
As I look upon your eyes,
I know that I have found my petty existence,
To have been more of a lie.

There’s so much that I wish,
If I could wish,
For time to just erase,
But here it lies with me,
Haunting me,
Through those soft gazing eyes,
Their comforting silence,
Someday they would leave me.

One Fulani Woman

Submitted by Lepadah on Wed, 2012-03-21 11:49

One Fulani
Woman stands
with only her tongue
with strange hands
and a choked heart full of palm poems
gathering shamans
scurrying a foot
to witness one Fulani woman
her backless dress
a long neck, chick pea chest
peeping two points thru engaged fabric
agile flow below extended lure
a chasm between
bayonet sapphire's like dangling participle
the rhapsodist a slight before the I
offering a review of her hieroglyphics
warming air around the warrior insitu

my morning walk with the dog around Orchard School

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Wed, 2012-03-21 10:07

Maybe it's bronchitis or asthma
or my secret life as a witch
crushed beneath the weight
of stone.

I cross street after street littered with urban decay,
blue bags shredded in Sycamore trees
distressing emerging leaves.
But oh, the green, how it invades my senses!

GREY AREA

Submitted by AmmaKonadu on Wed, 2012-03-21 04:04

Drip...drip...drip...
From the tip of the knife, blood drips
As it hangs loose from my fingertips
...
I will not let go...I will not hold on
I will not be here...I can't be there...
Grey is my favorite color.

Metal to flesh...look into my eyes
I will not...I cannot slash your throat
Or drive this...deep...deep
into...flesh...fresh, human...man...
I love to drive things into things...

Keeping an Attachment

Submitted by Rainy Day on Wed, 2012-03-21 01:40

Keeping an attachment,
To a fragile thing,
Watching it roam the sunset,
And dance out over the sea,
By and by, the beat of a soul,
That feels more than words can say,
Pondering explanations,
From which one can never walk away,
It is a hope,
To keep faith in the soul,
Empathy amongst the shallowness,
Light surrounding the whole,
God gave us the ability to see,
Beautiful moments that pass our way,
An attachment between one another,
To a most fragile and confusing thing,

INDIFFERENZ [German/ Englsh]

Submitted by Geremia on Tue, 2012-03-20 20:50

INDIFFERENCE

You are the stillness
of a winter night.
the cold fire
of barren skies
the sun
that dies
in a morning mist.

You are all this.
You are Indifference

Indifferenz

Du bist die Stille
einer Winternacht.
das kalte Feuer
einer kargen Lüfte
die Sonne
der stirbt
in einem Morgendunst.

Sie sind das alles.
Sie sind Indifferenz

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