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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.

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HOST

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2011-06-10 14:55

welcome with the rush of words
echo down the hall
the carpet dark
walls deep red

I remember when the moon
rose red
the August heat thick
in its swelter
the stars were sweating
and falling like feiry
persperation

you leaned forward
the serious face
examing me

never sure if I was high
or imbibing

Tarpaulin (eddy styx)

Submitted by Candlewitch on Fri, 2011-06-10 11:47

Tarpaulin

Let me be
your human canvas
carve me like
you would on stone
my fingers bleed
words upon the page
yet I am only
flesh and bone
pacing my steps
upon the stage
only mortal man
who writes his soul
crying out
to the thin air
I beg of you
to treat me fairly
look down upon me
if you dare
but don't ignore me
with your silence
for I would be
your human canvas...

~we come together

Submitted by Ink Artist on Fri, 2011-06-10 06:11

and like the tender glint
of a thousand august stars
that tangle in darkness

I travel over you

my breath
the nameless wind of sky
exhaling
between peaks of mountain breasts

my sweat
of summer salted seas
falls
in a gentle shower
as if to moisten the mound
of your fertile flesh

you wash against me
like waves over smooth stone
and I swallow the warmth
of your flooding stream

for you

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Fri, 2011-06-10 06:06

for you, I'd go through one hundred thirty six realms of hell
my eyes burning with poems,
place the red leaf of it in your hands,

I would breathe into your mouth
your Venus on a half-shell,
newly emerged from your
vision of her solitary confinement....

her brilliant hair flowing around your ankles
the pleasure of your love
plucked from Aegean Seas
and etched into the pale blue brocade
of sky between your need
and your holy desire

her star falling
into your body

A "Who-Done-It"

Submitted by brittle light on Fri, 2011-06-10 01:57

a semi-rude awakening
uncalled for

who opened the blinds
who let the sunshine in
where is my identity
it was right here last night
where did this one
come from
I hate new things

well, it seems I used to
now having second thoughts
I really do like it
this new sense suits me fine

"off with the old, on with the new"

who said that
was someone here
I thought was a dream

no, really, what happened
I am smiling before noon

invention of questions

Submitted by CCfire on Fri, 2011-06-10 01:21

this could be our
documentary
soundtrack would be
the tv you leave on
how every night
the orphan of us
grows lonelier
inside its shadow

here, clothes
remain in suitcases
we fear hanging
preferring bruised
from travel

the manager
tells us
previously
she was beautiful
before the hammer struck
before the man
smashed open her head
and broke it apart
as you undress me
i observe
the brushstrokes of blood

declaration of love

Submitted by faithmairee on Thu, 2011-06-09 21:23

oh little trembling bee
i am finely tuned in
(to your wavelength)
and turned on by
your swaying body

thus i announce my desire
little bee my heart racing
at your name's mention
pale faced and weak in the
knees (when you're near)

i love your sweet glances
with all the chances
we are taking while trying
to disguise our inclination
toward one another

The Wine

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Thu, 2011-06-09 19:55

My mind said no
Because of the wine
My body said go

Influence by the wine
I couldn't say no
Now I'm in a bind

My head is spinning
I can't say no
So you're winning

You scored a home run
I was out
Now We're done

 

GHOST TOWN

Submitted by scribbler on Thu, 2011-06-09 17:50

We didn't know, so long ago
in our tiny textile town
when they closed the first mill down
it would not be the last to go

Everything would be alright
grown men working part time jobs
late night worried, anguished sobs
the unemployed now taking flight

The other mill was still going
long gone the days of over time
managers watching every dime
winds of change had started blowing

Tack

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2011-06-09 13:04

pushpin extravagance
the thoughftul look
the dream square

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