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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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TOWARD NEW LANDS

Submitted by scribbler on Thu, 2011-12-15 12:31

Back in his youth when legs were strong
he never could sit still for long
'cause every view however grand
held no match to newer land.

As the years passed by and he gained age
with each day an added page,
he still liked to see new scenery
while leaning against some random tree.

Autumn became his favorite time
when standing waters first showed rime
for this was the special time of year
when he'd go forth and hunt for deer.

Undercover angels

Submitted by DawningDaytripper on Thu, 2011-12-15 09:46

It was half past 3 am on Sunday night
down on Hawthrone st
I was keeping to the light
just workin’ the old beat

Not lookin’ for a fight
only a fix for the long night

He came for me, all what was left
I am not one who prays
maybe it started as theft
but it didn’t end that way

I remember that I wept
in the few moments that I’ve kept

They found me alone in the alley
lost and afraid of real shadows
they understood I had no family
held me as I shed my deepest sorrow

Pleiades

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Thu, 2011-12-15 08:54

To seek the red dust of heaven with fistfuls of sky,
to gather impressions and assume lofty position
to imprison the earth
with quavering smile,
to be yoked with untenable chains of solemn regret
and symphonies of sparrow sorrow
in poetic folly,
I bear all unnamed consequences,
walking by signs to the road ahead,
wild wild wilderness,
I.

Big Black Boots

Submitted by weirdelf on Thu, 2011-12-15 06:13

Big black boots
and a fedora,
low over my eyes.
Black chinos
with black braces
over black t-shirt.
Shuck on the leather jacket,
attach the Raybans
and ready to go.

Can't miss on the eight ball,
can't miss that Miss,
beefcake backs down,
tequila slides down.

This book is its cover.

Rhymeless

Submitted by loved on Thu, 2011-12-15 06:05

But of course timeless too,
Sad I know not much,
of poetic skill
But artistic poetry,
I shall compose at
my sweet will .

Rhyme or no rhyme,
It's up to you to enjoy
Or tear my poetry up,
As a child would destroy
An unwanted toy

Maybe like some women do...
Theirs too...

To lost daughters

Submitted by invisible on Thu, 2011-12-15 05:37

To you who who have searched and did not find
we are one
To those who have been lost
we are one
To you who through searching for love have
lost your identities to a ruthless society
we are one
to you who you would rather ignore
tommorrow call
we are one
To you who lost herself on the pavements of happiness
To those who found a haven in the arms of now ,
we are one
There is a home for us ,there has to be.

Top Shelf

Submitted by docmaverick on Wed, 2011-12-14 18:53

Relax and enjoy, believe you.....me
while the plumes waft up through the air;
you quickly will find,
complete peace of mind,
erasing each primary care.

There's two ways to ingest this plant
baking will entice one to "teethe";
but other than that,
hold onto your hat!
Because then, all one must do is breathe.

Whenever I go to my cabinet
I not only think of myself;
I remember the "lot",
of friends that I've got,
and I decide we deserve the top shelf.

for my children

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Wed, 2011-12-14 10:28

I've created scenarios around my eventual death,
sometimes a swan-like Camille in her finest performancec,
sometimes a fistful of shout like Eleni, "for my children".

I know nothing for sure, and each day
brings me to the cold rapture of sky--
Basho's poem and its scorpion sting.

Dying into this. Dying into this.

Splash.

FLIP OUT

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Wed, 2011-12-14 04:30

Flip out life's begun
when you're seventy one,
nothing's "not done,"
you can eat how you like, wear what you like,
if you like,
kick all the traces, go out on a binge,
roll all around in the bed,
there's no one to scold
because you're so old,
all the powers that be are now dead.

steep steps

Submitted by the_fool on Tue, 2011-12-13 23:02

         Horizon

             II

  this

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                    fix

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 to

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                  mind

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   of

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                   heap

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steep

     \

                    this

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  up

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                   way

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 the

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                  make

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 once

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