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Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-05-05 20:27

The winning poem of the

Poetry Month 2024 Imagine is

 Backwards by  Carrie

Congratulations to Carrie on such a unique poem.

 

Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/28/24 to 05/04/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-05-04 13:54

This week the Neopoem is

 

  My Heart, My Heaven by Izzi Reinier

 

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

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!

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.

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

Submitted by judyanne on Fri, 2012-05-18 06:00

thought is as the wide endless firmament
the anima of void

creation as the clouds
formulating and dissipating throughout forever
painting sorrows and joys

i think therefore i am
existing in perpetuum within my own thought -
my own heaven or hell

and throughout the boundless empyrean of ideation
in this billowing vapour that is elapsing illusion
my spirit has free reign

but, no matter where the now
as the clouds cannot mark nor taint the sky
so, too, nothing manifested can stain my soul

MOTIVATIONS OF PERSONALITIES

Submitted by Bryan on Thu, 2012-05-17 16:55

Dreamers dream
In hopes that they will
Come true.

Schemers scheme
In hopes that they will
Manipulate.

Seekers seek
In hopes that they will
Find.

Gamblers gamble
In hopes that they will
Win

Thinkers think
In hopes that they will
Discover.

Cheaters cheat
In hopes that they will
Prosper.

Writers write
In hopes that they will
Reveal themselves.

Painters paint
In hopes that they will
give vision.

Surfing Life's Waves ( Constructive Feedback Workshop)

Submitted by Rula on Thu, 2012-05-17 12:13

It's time to surf the thoughtful waves of life,
and bravely dive into its seven seas.
The fear that rising waters wash in strife,
would fleetly pass when gently laid in ease.

Then free yourself from strains upon the shores.
Once tired, anchor, give those bones a rest,
and lightly soothe the wrecks of heavy chores,
for hard is life, so get from it, its best.

After the shipwreck

Submitted by Debarghya Mitra on Thu, 2012-05-17 09:15

Near the sea shore I stood alone,
with no one within a mile or more,
Looking at the sun sinking down,
Trying to hide in the depths of the sea.

The golden sand and the reddish sea,
Appeared to me quite heavenly.

Then I can hear the sea murmurs,
Calling me towards her.

Her tides crawl near the shore
To swallow the land more and more.

Now I walk alone to find a home,
Somewhere in this sandy sea shore.

I don't know whether I will live anymore,

Once you all switch to Free verse things will get worse

Submitted by loved on Thu, 2012-05-17 04:00

Once you all switch to Free verse things will get worse
a curse
Loved has made all forget
what was poetry and verse
and
the best critique we all know,
will my cruci-fixation rehearse
ere that happens,
guys go back to your archaicity
and
leave my precious verse
to and for me...
I must thank thee
if you want to see
the bard survive in me...

S P E K K E L . . K R E M E

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2012-05-17 00:36

Forest line
stretch like a taut ache
a hunger slipped with aces
and access desire
pulled against the crotch
and hip like the snout of
a holster warm

a walk perfumed and an eye
of fire
Caveat Venditor
how I adore
stature of splendour

Red Brother

Submitted by Tommi Cordial on Wed, 2012-05-16 18:14

Thank you for your service,
Your guidance and your grace.
Thank you for our history.
Your welcome to this place

Next time I go to Bingo,
I will truly look around.
I know of your museums,
Yet I play on sacred ground.

Thank you for your culture,
Your people's Benediction.
Thank you for your patience,
Forgive us our condition.

I wrote this as my personal poetic thought s upon Native American Week just last month. Will be nice to see what others think of my thoughts.

Perrenial Grasses

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Wed, 2012-05-16 15:04

I've been sneezing for the last few minutes,
my eyes watering,
my nose running,
I think I've developed allergies
to my impending age,
there's so much more behind me
than
in front of me,
fewer ducks in a row.

Halted Again

Submitted by judyanne on Wed, 2012-05-16 12:34

At times things seem so convoluted
that my mind has wound the circuit
twice, before it's even entered
through the thought's front door

and words pour out in raging passion
all denying form or fashion
over paper pencil flashing
inspiration madly scores

Then sitting back, the write to mull on
mind now blank, the ideas all gone
poor formed symbols, woebegone
I understand one word in four

LIFE'S MEANING

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Wed, 2012-05-16 04:26

First two little real stories:-

A wise professor was asked:
What is the meaning of life?

He put his hand into his inner pocket
and pulled out a little piece of mirror
and told
that since he was little
this piece of mirror had followed him
wherever he went,
he often took it out
and tried to shine light into the dark corners;

this he felt he was doing for other people,
but that he was only a medium.

He then declared that this was his meaning of life.

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