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  My Heart, My Heaven by Izzi Reinier

 

Let us congratulate Izzi Reinier on another contest win as a neopoet member.

April 2024 Contest Winners

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!

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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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Restless

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!

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 .

SPEAKING IN TONGUES -edited

SPEAKING IN TONGUES

Silence has its own voice
whispers behind rhyme and verse
a truth deeper still
beyond what words convey.

the mind cannot understand
what it cannot measure
the heart cannot reason
the tragedy of its ending.
the soul is afraid to speak
yet must share and tell another
in silent voice
its hopes and fears.

B A Y O N E T T E

Night feels all
sleepless beneath
a dream kept company

womens voices soft
murmur in my head
the funeral and the
gathered

outside the cars gleamed
polished and waxed
a hearse waited large
as a horse team
full of chrome

half visions in the night
haze
wound with sorrows
bound with fears
those of yesteryear
brought back to life

unlike precious time
that jumped
stretched and existance
was questioned
weaving like vines
like the heat

I Am Woman

I am a woman

It's not my fault
I was born a paradox
sweet and soft and malleable
but armed,
with a brain as quick as a rabbit,
a tongue as sharp as a dagger
and a spirit that will not yield

Kill me, beat me, rape me,
you'll never, ever break me
I was born a woman,
a goddess in the womb

not a stallion born to be broken.

HORRRAAAOOOW

HORRRAAAOOOW

Slap slap
slap-slap-slap-slap
slap slap
thwacks window pane, a car horn
fixed

trap trap-trap
exhaust, a flock of starlings
dust dust dust
blue

fumes intoxicating
flap flap-flap flap
grind squeak, iron gate
graves

grey silent, contra horn
relentless
horrrraaaoow-
horrrraaaoow-

flowers drop petals
floshed flooshed
floshed flushed
soft

searing monotone
madness, frets
frenzied shouts
a slam.

Genie in a Bottle 1

My grief more than I know
Locked in my veins
Lashed out in my system
Makes me cry out in vain
At your disappearance

You left me all alone
In this dark cold world
To fight these hard core battles
At least, when you were here
I found comfort in a companion

Like a genie bottle
I would take you from the sill
Nigh my heart
Place you on my knobby knees
Log you on the internet

Abstraction, Algebra and Anger

Clever. Sometimes I'm just too clever
for the logic of my pen. My hands better in supplication
than the subtraction manifest in solemn rites of division
though I am not yet conquered by the aftermath left in
the spongy wake of lovers and starfish, trying out
walking feet in the crazed
boat of despair.
Why do I get the feeling
that all is lost but the sea? You say I am full
of myself. Well, who else would share your bed?

Crystal Heart

My heart pure crystal when you came to me
Full of love sharing caring
Yet always close to breaking

I warned you that you can share my time
But do not shatter my dreams
However you had an agenda

To use me up and spit out the pieces
A crystal heart already easily shattered
You hit hard with greed and anger

Took the remainder of crystal glowing
Consumed all I had given
Yet I remained smitten

You etched the shine with abuse
Laughed as my heart cracked in two
The love that grew

Was now in pieces

IN A QUIET PLACE

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.

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