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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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politicians, pundits, puppets and poets, oh my!

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Sun, 2012-02-12 09:24

Your hand reaching across
the table with a nomad's empty book,
you tried to write poems once
but used too many words. Do
you remember your puppet feet
dangling in mid-sentence? Your
face frozen with false smiles?

What happened to this country, my
oh my?
And why didn't anyone say the truth,
is it now too late?
Was no one listening in the winter
of our silence?
Did Moses not lead us
to the Promised Land?
Was it not here? Is it there?

~

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2012-02-12 00:57

the flakes are falling
soft in purpose
like the sky turning
announcing her
mystic shine
beyond the fond
blank manner

how many blanket layers
cover the distant autumn
the summer laugh of
joyous balsam dancing
in he wind and the livid
skies aflame in rays
reaching

the streetlights are coming
on along the shores
and the dark green
waters hold their calm

I want a night of dreamless
realm
dark headiness
and sprinkler ghosts
rushing wet damp
pavement

Beneath the Crashing Waves

Submitted by washing tears on Sat, 2012-02-11 16:58

Beneath the crashing waves
I am weightless.
Flowing with the circular current,
The sun shines through the crystal surface,
Refracting endless colors all around me.

My bodies six feet higher,
The waves crash into my chest.
Looking up to see God, so blue above me,
I hear the ocean moan.

You are perhaps

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2012-02-11 13:23

You are perhaps
The cynosure of many eyes
despite your blue eyes,
you are the poet of five decades
that’s not old yet
the age is of no significance
time and the water
that has flown down Mississippi
or Thames,
may be Nile or Ganges combined
doesn't show or give off my age.
I care but tuppence
as my mind is young,
a teen’s
and
as an actor of poetry ,
as it seems
I’ m just an adolescent
and
upcoming in many a poets dream,
Albeit
perhaps, it’s too late,

LAUREL CREEK

Submitted by scribbler on Sat, 2012-02-11 12:37

* I still recall that little creek
tucked in between the mountain ridges
only seen by those who'd seek
escape from the workday week
on a waterway which had no bridges.
..................................
The cold mist of a waterfall
beads my old wool coat and skin
as I answer winter's call
easing down this small stream's hall
on a sylvan stroll again.

Two poems on poetry

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Sat, 2012-02-11 09:12

1)

"A POEM IS LIKE A GEM"
20th September 2010.

A poem is like a gem, the saturation of a text,
so complete, and being shorter than prose text,
beautiful as such.

In the readers mind, while reading,
it dances in unison with his own thoughts,
his gathered knowledge, his word associations,
his joys and sorrows,

Blessings for Canada

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2012-02-11 07:22

Bless Canada where
I dwelt in self ordained confinement
and
woke up each morn,
to the sun,
trying to peek in
through the venetian blinds.

I felt like playing mischief,
closed my eyes,
till the sun was up
in the heavens,
only for a brief moment,

Suddenly,
snow captured the sight of Canadians,
I rested still wanting to bask,
in the winter sun alas,

THE GOLDEN DOOR- -- message following

Submitted by Geremia on Sat, 2012-02-11 06:52

THE GOLDEN DOOR

From sunlit shores
across gray seas
like Alice into the Looking Glass
through a Golden Door
we passed
with dreams of better days

Fools with foolish ways
clowns and buffoons of sentimentality
were we
to hearts who would never know
or see
souls that in passion’s fire glow

we love our liiviing
we mourn our dead
we open our soul
for the world to see
and are misread

The Canyons Rim

Submitted by zjeakin on Sat, 2012-02-11 00:39

Lying on the canyons rim,
With you here by my side,
The Colorado air never seemed so sweet,
And the stars never quite so bright,

At this moment on the canyons rim,
The desert air is cool,
The clouds all have a silver lining,
From the bright mountain moon,

Lying here on the canyons rim,
Your long hair surrounds me,
Enveloping me like a curtain,
Your scent is all around me,

Each day

Submitted by Alice Ember on Fri, 2012-02-10 19:10

Each day I breath anew
With every moment I smile
In my heart I sing

Your laughter holds the world
My hand carasaed in yours
Theres butterflies in my stomach,
Love in my every move

Your arms are my escape
Come see me fly
Help me soar
Be my modivation

Love me forever darling
Watch me smile
Live my life
Be my one and only baby

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