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Mother's Day Image Prompt Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-05-25 21:20

This winning poem of the Mother’s Day image prompt contest is

Mum... You and I by Rula

Let us congratulate Rula on another contest win.

Neopoet Weekly 05/19/24 to 05/25/24 Contest Winner !

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-05-25 21:15

This week the Neopoem is

 Loving You by  hippiemoon

Let us congratulate hippiemoon on another contest win.

Neopoet Weekly 05/12/24 to 05/18/24 Winner!

Submitted by Apostolos "Paul... on Sat, 2024-05-18 20:35

This week the Neopoem is

 


Mosquitos Suck!  By William Lynn

 

Congratulations to William Lynn for racking up another contest win!

Neopoet Weekly 05/05/24 to 05/11/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-05-11 22:23

This week the Neopoem is

Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

Let us congratulate Terumi Sakurai on their first win as a neopoet member.

About Contests

Submitted by Apostolos "Paul... on Wed, 2024-05-08 23:18

There have been some changes to the about contest page
To take a look visit
https://www.neopoet.com/contest/program-description-and-guidelines

11 May Neopoet Weekly 05/05/24 to 05/11/24 Winner!
8 May About Contests
5 May Poetry Month 2024 Imagine Winner!
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The Early Vagabond

Submitted by docmaverick on Sun, 2011-11-20 02:38

In the not so distant future
from a past not far away

where the "twain" does meet and greet the early dawn;

and the "well at purse" can do no worse
but fetch a castle high;

with his minions outside shivering on the lawn,
hence greet the early vagabond.

Back then the primitive did hail
we've not flagged too far since

obligated and elated either way;

but you tell me if you'd agree
if we'd have half a chance

To Beat a Dead Horse (Part 1 of weirdelf's 3 part challenge)

Submitted by Rhiannon1010 on Sun, 2011-11-20 00:16

I once owned a horse we called Fred.
I feared he was slow in the head.
One day, he'd not ride,
so I sliced up his hide,
and proceeded to beat him 'till dead!

Then and Now

Submitted by the_fool on Sat, 2011-11-19 23:15

i’ve seen where the
side-walks stop,
hindered and depressed
a tear-streak
at the jaw-line.
A horizon
unfolding and
untouched
before us

so we go
and muddy our toes
where new explorers
may one day
yearn to walk.
themselves

this is a perennial
habit,
an obligation to
the wander-struck
starving children,
so they
will find the
answers we’ve hidden
with history
and song.

EKPO – The Black Masquerade

Submitted by t. reflexion on Sat, 2011-11-19 22:01

When the sound of big ekpo drums
Reverberated from the village square
Talking drums conveyed messages
Cracked by trained ears of initiates
The cult ensured a peaceful social order
And guided the steps of men for good

Everywhere became black and dark
Not by threatening rain cloud, nor smoke
But by masquerading guiding spirits
Of our customs and values in the clans
When criminals and evil doers were nailed
From head, pinned to the ground, in disgrace

Apologies Apologies

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Sat, 2011-11-19 19:47

Nothing changes with hateful birds
apologies, apologies 

The cold-hearted fish with much to say
nothing constructive

Always condemning finding fault with every thought
with one you claimed to love and cherish
apologies apologies

All the money in the world, or
romantic overtones can make the pain any less painful 
like a lion in the bush ready to strike, it still rocks the senses
apologies apologies

Cataclysm

Submitted by Adamou2009 on Sat, 2011-11-19 18:49

I saw a pigeon;
I heard a ' bang!'.
There was no bird.

I saw a plaice;
I heard a 'splash!'.
There was no fish.

I saw a tree;
I heard a 'han!'.
There was no forest.

I saw a house;
I heard a 'boom!'.
There was no shelter.

I saw a Man;
I heard a "nothing!."
There was no being.

W O U N D E D

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2011-11-19 12:59

was it the perfection
that was shattered
the worlds whimper

suffer the day
the brilliant occurence
these gifts
receieved

overlay my life with
dark eclipse
with one step in the darkness
and the other in the light

I fill the vision coffers
and speak the hopes
fire
this blaze
held trust

alive and well

and yet

Ive been dead before
been lost
and been found

FUNERAL BLUES

Submitted by Bonitaj on Sat, 2011-11-19 11:05

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.

Workshop: 
Critique Quickie

LIKE MADMEN, SEERS AND FOOLS rewrite

Submitted by Geremia on Sat, 2011-11-19 07:52

LIKE MADMEN, SEERS AND FOOLS

Riding waves electric
like bolts of lghtening
striking deep inside my brain
I touch upon my own madness
perceptions sharp and clear
dark knowings and understsndings
too painful for my mind to bear
my voice to speak

my thoughts and senses carry me
deeper into seeing
and like madmen, seers and fools
I suddenly know a dfferent dreaming

The World Is in Dire Need

Submitted by loved on Fri, 2011-11-18 22:50

Of great heart-ed generous folks like you
No poem has a second draft,
Till someone points out with intentions true

Yes I give due credit too.

That I am really not adept,
At the finesse of writing,
Imaginary and metaphorical poetry,
Is known to me

Why can't we call a spade,
a spade?
It’s bothering me.
Why should I say moon,
When I mean your face
And
Why should I condemn you,
Just to field a gloomy face.

Do tell me….

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