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

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-20 14:53

This week the Neopoem is

 

Poetic Creations by Mark

 

Let us congratulate Mark on his latest contest win.

Neopoet Weekly Contest Winer 04/07/24 to 04/13/24

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-13 21:46

This week the Neopoem is

 

there you are by  leoferaco

 

Let us congratulate leoferaco on his latest achievement.

Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-06 22:02

This week the Neopoem is

 

Enchantress.by Alex Tanner

 

Let us congratulate Alex Tanner on his latest achievement.

March 2024 Contest Winners!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-03-31 21:16

Congratulations to our contest Winners 

 

Mother Nature  contest  was won by Lavender with the poem To My Monarch and Her Milkweed

03/24 New Member Contest was won by lostLA with the poem insights of a orphan

03/24 I Was Bullied was won by Candlewitch with the poem Ramming Speed!

03/24: What My Best Friend Gave Me was won by  Mark with the poem What My Best Friend Gave Me

03/24 Looking At The Stars was won by Alaethia D with the poem Dear Heart, One More Time

03/24 My Favorite Pet was won by  Alex Tanner withy the poem My Pal Jet.

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!
31 March April 2024 Contests
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Silent Voices

Submitted by Laurette Van De... on Fri, 2024-04-26 06:03

SILENT VOICES

by Laurette van der Merwe

Silent voices ... words of love.
Can I hear you speak from above?

Am I deaf or maybe blind?
Is there joy that I will find?

Help me Jesus to run the race!
Every step at Your pace.

Teach me more that I become less.
Destroy my worries and distress.

Fill my life with something new,
that I may live each day for You.

Give me hope and give me strength, that I may run the race full length.

Hear my voice and see my face.
Give me mercy, give me grace..

Silent Voices

Submitted by Laurette Van De... on Fri, 2024-04-26 06:03

SILENT VOICES

by Laurette van der Merwe

Silent voices ... words of love.
Can I hear you speak from above?

Am I deaf or maybe blind?
Is there joy that I will find?

Help me Jesus to run the race!
Every step at Your pace.

Teach me more that I become less.
Destroy my worries and distress.

Fill my life with something new,
that I may live each day for You.

Give me hope and give me strength, that I may run the race full length.

Hear my voice and see my face.
Give me mercy, give me grace..

Silent Voices

Submitted by Laurette Van De... on Fri, 2024-04-26 06:02

SILENT VOICES

by Laurette van der Merwe

Silent voices ... words of love.
Can I hear you speak from above?

Am I deaf or maybe blind?
Is there joy that I will find?

Help me Jesus to run the race!
Every step at Your pace.

Teach me more that I become less.
Destroy my worries and distress.

Fill my life with something new,
that I may live each day for You.

Give me hope and give me strength, that I may run the race full length.

Hear my voice and see my face.
Give me mercy, give me grace..

The Glory Cycle

Submitted by Izzi Reinier on Fri, 2024-04-26 02:22

The River And the Rivulet, the Flood Plain and The Lakes,
The Treasures found In Glory, that Nature ne'er Forsakes,

Those little Urchins that Hop and Fly others that Swim and Slide,
all working together and beside as to their life's Blood slow Subside,

Then once again the Heavens open and the " Burrowers " come out to play,
the "Wrigglers" Worms and Wiley old Water Rat, renew their Blissful Displays,

Are we there yet?

Submitted by Hon on Fri, 2024-04-26 00:27

Life is like a journey
that takes us to different
path of emotional rides
it fills with joy of laughter
sorrow of tears
ups and downs
we stand to abide by
the witnessing of life
with the matter of given choices
to embrace with opportunity
make the best out of it
to never take anything
for granted to find
with an excuses
live life to the fullest
carry a memory of
a legacy to remember
until the final day

going forwards

Submitted by MermaidMaster on Thu, 2024-04-25 22:51

we are all going forward and we cant go back.
I realize this at 10 when I carry my great grandmothers jewelry box out of an apartment she won’t return to.
her skin is the color of daffodil petals and just as thin.
She lets me beat her in chinese checkers and slips me a 2 dollar bill on my way out the door.
“They don’t make these anymore” she says,
“This will be worth something someday”.

Days before my funeral

Submitted by Nusaiba on Thu, 2024-04-25 13:41

That bullet landed 3 inches away from my heart
Nearly if not almost killed me
Roses delivered to me fresh on a daily
I swear you could’ve said I was loved
Clown performances
Gifts and smiles from strangers I only knew by name
Extended time and to my bells ringing
Dark colorful nights
And glittery days
Exhibited before my funeral
All faded the night
The pastor sealed the deal with a kiss
And he locked it with a ring
As my heart laid to rest and my eyes it’s farewell

All my love

Submitted by Mamodiehi Gwala on Thu, 2024-04-25 11:57

Venezuela's Angel Falls cascade down my face
When I think of you my love
I can only imagine how you must have felt
When your seedlings were uprooted from fertile ground before they could sprout
It must have reaped your womb apart to see them depart
Your memories of them fading with each sunset as you wondered if they've been watered and fed compost
I know this because
When you finally found them you watered them with a bucket full of love and compost big enough to fertalise the whole village

The star

Submitted by Bamboo on Thu, 2024-04-25 02:20

Her beauty is a refraction of the sun's warm and gentle touch. Without his light, she would not know here or there, whether there is movement or if she is stationary. She sees herself in his light, and she is seen. She turns the lights out to reacquaint herself with the reality she once knew, it seems the further she gets from the light, the farther it takes her when she steps into the spotlight. She feels overwhelmed and the crowd is raised from the depths as she is propelled into that light... another day... another night...in another life

Poets Advance

Submitted by StuartKing on Thu, 2024-04-25 00:08

On a dark, gloopy, Anti-Matter Planet (AMP)
Oscillating in an alternate universe,
A Judicial Provost (JP) from the Department for Artistic Development (DAD)
Described one aspiring laureate as a “pontificating twiddler”.
Another poet he described as a “pretext for a prig”.

The Judicial Provost praised Wordless, Shakenwords and Jon Wood Knot.
He lambasted free verse and decried Wallace Whitwoman and Esmerald Tonne.
He spewed upon contemporary verse,
In all its manifest forms.

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