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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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Recess

Submitted by William Saint George on Tue, 2012-03-20 20:08

My breath is poor,
My poetry stale,

I heard my ship mates:
"Sink or bail!"

I'll take a long rest
From my versed travails,

And hope to lie fallow
While all else avails.

If I don't recover,
Don't lose hope and wail,

So long as I breathe,
I shall yet prevail.

Things to do before you die

Submitted by shazbat on Tue, 2012-03-20 17:57

Gonna drive me a train
Gonna leap from a plane
Gonna climb me a mountain or two
Gonna dive for some wrecks
Gonna have awesome sex
Gonna go for a break in Peru
Gonna cruise on the Nile
Gonna eat crocodile
Gonna go down the rapids by raft
Gonna fly a balloon
Gonna go to the moon
Gonna stop being so flamin’ daft

Pieces Of Pisces

Submitted by Candlewitch on Tue, 2012-03-20 12:29

Pieces of Pisces

Wiser now..
I watch the surface
while
all the melted laughter
fades
from your voice
anxiety
fills the muted shadows
draws
the chilling deep
from
the light
of
your love
grown sleepy and heavy
in the twilight of your interest

the daylight that kills us with passing

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Tue, 2012-03-20 08:03

Let me see.
If I sit down in front of my laptop,
with my fingers on the keyboard,
will I begin to write with the urgency
of my lips?
Will they speak of my love
for you in the braille of my fingertips,
outlining the image of you forever
transmigrated in my heart?
Will I go a thousand kisses deep
with Cohen and feed you orange blossoms
of our redemption?

My love, do you remember the shards we put together,
one by one, lacerating our tongues? The
exquisite torture of becoming lovers, again.

DID YOU HEAR THE CUCKOO

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Tue, 2012-03-20 03:56

Oh I heard the cuckoo,
did you hear the cuckoo,
just now,
listen,
the silence stuns

and then far out
in the long low valley
again and
again...
cuckoo, cuckoo,
how we love that sound,

and yet she is searching
for some poor little reed warbler,
to lay her eggs beside hers,

even then,
there,
did you hear it again...
cuckoo, cuckoo
magical

as the wind stretches
and compacts the sound
seived through the spring trees
with their rustling leaves

A DYING WORM

Submitted by t. reflexion on Tue, 2012-03-20 00:44

A dying worm once said
I have no bone and spine
But not without courage
Some soldier ants stood stiff

What is my wrong doing?
O! Mother Nature, mine
That I can’t even fight
In the face of danger

If you must kill me now
I’m not afraid to die
But first take me someplace
Where there is plenty sand

Before you start to bite
Deep down into my skin
And carry my body
To feed your lazy queen

Dance of the ceramicist (?The process of "search & destroy")

Submitted by Cloudthings on Mon, 2012-03-19 21:56

He calls this his dance with the big C
I feel so selfish if tears reach my eyes
he’s far too precious to me
Unwilling to court any sense of demise

It's just - he makes the world stop & centre
Inspires me to dwell in a paradise
He makes me live in the moment
Waking my ears & my eyes

I enter his holy garden
Where the fruits of his labour are bright, tall & flavour filled
& hope he might gift me his pardon
If I cause a commotion when the space is so stilled

Life At Dawn

Submitted by Willy on Mon, 2012-03-19 20:48

It’s a brand new dawn
hear the birds sweetly singing.
See them flying, perching grooming, canoodling
Darting here and there all in a happy play.

The rays of sunlight
Those radiant beams a glowing.
Uninvited guests they are but welcoming
For at every visit are burdens to slay.

The dew on the rose buds
slowly melting in the morning sun dripping.
Down to the ground undoubtedly, cooling, irrigating
I’ve never seen life so happy and gay.

WILLIAM'S SIN

Submitted by scribbler on Mon, 2012-03-19 20:26

William must have done great wrong
and in many generations past
for it to be recalled so long
I guess that he is now typecast

For now even in these days
(or maybe I should say these nights)
underneath the spring moon's gaze
aggrieved offspring still state their rights

What did he do to some bird then
that in the night when all is still
offspring demand redress of sin
by asking that we Whip Poor Will?

MY FATHER'S HOUSE

Submitted by Geremia on Mon, 2012-03-19 19:30

MY FATHER’S HOUSE

My father’s house is built
of mortar and stone
and stands a thousand years
or more
strong among all others
alone.

My father’s house is my name
and my name is the world
I carry in my seed

My father’s house is honor
dignity and pride.

I am my father’s house
standing strong
alone
against the shame
you bring to your own

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