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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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Reminiscing… May 21, 2011 Doomsday

Submitted by WonderGolly on Sun, 2012-02-19 15:08

As the days now dawn
Without a rising bliss
Life is but a meaningless walk
Upon a dusty road
Of man’s own madness
In search of mysticism
To belittle the Creator

Surely, the prophets do die
But their prophesies do not lie
They come to pass at last
The earth quivers beneath
The sun consoles with a burning shade

For hell’s mouth is ready
Its hour looms in at last
Some Christens seek their God now
With due supplications
Others drink booze and more booze

The Ana (Creation Story) part two

Submitted by wesley snow on Sun, 2012-02-19 14:01

Bedar

Of Nothing now the Light shines thrice,
and Nothing lay in void and cold.
Creation formed of formless ice
in trinity shall chance unfold
and satisfy thru their transcendent toil. 5

Now as Samwiel, Mic~lor was free
and gifted soul as like apart.
Thus as Joss willed, the sundered three,
would seek alone what moved each heart
and make anew or as ‘twill be, despoil. 10

myth of myself

Submitted by Orphani on Sun, 2012-02-19 08:30

my soul lost its memory
in blood a voice without ears
kneaded in the bread of Al Badar
plowed into the graves of 10,000 chickens
it is nothing to not exist
it is not Palestine
fathers have no hands here
mothers no eyes to hold tears
the mask covers the faces
in this nigger nobody dream
bound without hands to the earth
spilled out like a toxic red crayon
the liquid spills of incendiary skin
perhaps bits of cloth, a finger
is left to point the way to the holy city

IN A QUIET PLACE

Submitted by Geremia on Sun, 2012-02-19 08:02

IN A QUIET PLACE

I took the words that tell
my thoughts and fears
locked them with a key
in a quiet place
where no one
will see them
again.

I’ve opened up my heart
bore my soul
to set my spirit free
from the demons
that are hunting me
down.

but the world can be
a cruel and unforgiving
place for some…
for most.

T U S S L E

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2012-02-19 07:09

foreground in silence
a breathless day
while the sun rises a mile away

a new jacket speaks
the leather voice
tiny passions in cold air

camera full of black and whites
your letters written
nothing trite

and how it is we concur
our addiction to this
blur
the strangers in the glass
ask seeking
why all the leaving
I move more towards

then against

hungry for everything
we shall not have
sated for nothing
that is all ours

a fortnight in a summer's eve

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Sun, 2012-02-19 06:43

The sense of time erodes our fascination
with our bodies, sooner or later,
didn't it?
Was it yesterday, that lightning bug in a bell jar,
glowing now? Not now.
Did we play Shakespeare well in the parts
so designated, did we choose one over the other,
hate ourselves and each other because we missed
our cues?

Poetry,Now not in waiting

Submitted by loved on Sun, 2012-02-19 06:24

Of Poetry!

Well to my semi dwarfed mind
without knowing the nuances
of concoction of poetry,
save verbal criticism
I feel the power of sharing
what one knows
or deems to know,
with ones brethren

seeing.

Submitted by Starlight on Sat, 2012-02-18 22:29

she comes off as so bold
but if you watch shes scared
shes delicate. shes hurt. shes ............................fragile

like the way a roses thorn
can be so piercing but
the petals are so brittle. the....................................girls

laugh at her. she is different
she is strange. yet she is
beautiful . how does she.........................................get

herself wrapped around my mind how
does she completely lure me in to make
me feel entirely helpless. i can see the..............hurt

Restless

Submitted by China Blue on Sat, 2012-02-18 22:05

Restless is the storm fed ocean
Where she has left a bounty
There upon the shore

But seagulls will not venture
Knowing where the danger lies
If the truth be pure and simple
They'll be no need for alibis

The wind is high and wild
fires sweep the land
as I stare out my window
My coffee cup in hand
A wry smile upon my face
for I now understand

The story is from times of old
over and over it has been told
and oh, by the way
my coffee's gone cold

My Thoughts!

Submitted by loved on Sat, 2012-02-18 10:16

The rage within the poet and critique
rages without volition
no speed
it divulges of its own
in both .

The poet is at liberty to seek comfort
Yes solace or pity
and
massage ones ego
so be it ,
as an original creator of a verse
or one who only generates a curse .

come what may
poets must never be disturbed
as other's minds
may be by birth worse .

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