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2024 1st Half Of The Yearly Contest

The Winner of the 2024 1st Half of The Yearly Contest  is MermaidMaster  with the following poem



In Another Life I Live Bravely

Submitted by MermaidMaster

I want to live in the tallest apartment in New
York City, and peer my gaping eyes through
my window to see only dancing beetles below.

I will wear expensive feathers and furs, I’ll
dance with strangers, and I’ll party for a while
with headliners after sold-out shows.

I’ll walk the streets wearing only perfume and
watch men stand agape as I strut past, too awed
at my nakedness proud and aglow.

I’ll rebel and I’ll wail and I’ll cry out,
“Change will come! Justice will prevail!”
And I won’t shut up until Change comes and goes.

I’ll play poker with CEO’s, and kiss strange men in taxis,
and spin through the nights like a globe on its axis;
to live with honeyed hi’s! And never with lows.

I’ll do pilates and yoga, drink only red wine,
and I won’t dwell on the men who used to be mine.
I’ll live fast and so furiously young,
and I’ll die gentle, soft and divine.



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Neopoet Weekly 07/7/24 to 07/13/24 Winner!

This week’s winner is hippiemoon with the following poem


Coal Mine Canary

Submitted by hippiemoon

Do you know about coal mine canaries?
They used to take caged birds down into the coal mines,
And when they would die the workers would know to leave too.

Let me be a canary in your chest.
Let me live inside your rib cage,
Feel your heart beat for me,
Watch your blood flow through your veins.

Keep me safe next to your heart
And I’ll keep you safe from all that’s bad.

Use me as your compass,
I’ll tell you to run when things get hard.

Let me be your coal mine canary.
Let me sacrifice myself to save you from the inevitable.



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This week’s winner is Candlewitch with the following poem



Submitted by Candlewitch

We mellowed...
reclining by the camp fire
after a day of splashing,
swimming, and water games.

I shivered as
evening came in to surround us
with a cooling breeze.
Your fisherman knit sweater
you placed about my shoulders,
staved off a slight chill.

Your glittering orbs
held me intoxicated.
As I felt the last of
the sun's rays
leach out of the sand

Quietly exchanging daydreams,
I noticed, wood-smoke, was
the color of your smiling eyes!


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June 2024 Contest Winners

         June 2024 Contest Winners


The winner of the 06/24 Living With Depression is Rula with the following poem


A Way Out

Submitted by Rula

As night pulls down its wild dark curtains
And heavy eyelids drop lazily,
I ponder with spider-like loomed shadows,
Thoughts torture my broken, weary soul.

Everything around my room plays tricks;
Shadows with shattered hearts wander,
Carrying bloody, slaughtered dreams,
All howl, moan in pain, "that's insane, that's insane."

I seek a way out, is there no escape?
The door's locked with heavy chains.
Windows, it seems, are all covered with tar,
Behind the sill, bars add weight.

Then more spirits seep in, multiplying,
From nowhere, to heighten the scene.
I try to cry, but my own voice chokes me,
Then a louder voice declares, "There is no way out."


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The winner of the  06/24 Bucket List is Clentin with the following poem



My Bucket List

Submitted by Clentin

I fell in love with a heart so true,
I cherish moments, both old and new.
I learned from failures of the past
I pray these actions will always last

My bucket list as a young man, so vast,
A journey of self-discovery, meant to last.
I chased my dreams with passion and might,
In the pursuit of life, to find the light.

Now that life is closer to the end
My bucket list begins to bend
A list once so big and wide
Now is small but full of pride

I no longer wish for cars or money
I seek love and comfort and a bit of honey
I want to see my family live with success
Free of illness free of stress

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The winner of the 06/24 My First Internet Memory is Hon with the following poem.

My First Internet Memory-Google Search

Submitted by Hon

My first internet memory
this brings me to the
introduction of the
tutorial study through
the google online
surfing with the
fascinating of
opportunity to acquire
for a learning desire in
a science technology
of today’s global world
This interest starts from the
online searching to discover
unlimited learning ability tools
like an encyclopedia collection
with the resource information
for one share a broad
knowledge of understanding
through the adventure of
Internet Explorer with many
interesting selecting topics


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The winner of the 06/24 Five Percent Battery is RoseBlack with the following poem


Five Percent Battery

Submitted by RoseBlack

Running off fumes,
choking on smoke.
Sucking exhaustion
through pasty lips.

Engine's down a quart,
burn out,
Dark circles tell all,
who is about to fall.

Mercy lights,
Low battery,
jumper cables ignite.
Knock down, drag out fight.

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The winner of the 06/24 Overdraft is Geezer with the following poem


Overdraft the Monster

Submitted by Geezer

As the wind howls, I am reminded...
Reminded of the rippling sheet of rain,
a silver curtain billowing across the roof.
There will be water in the attic.

There is an overdraft there, going over.
The spirit of the storm, travels so fast,
it carries water over the edge, to the window below;
dropped, it clings to the wall, and sneaks in.

I've known about that overdraft, for quite some time.
I watched it as a child, awakened by the wind.
The monster that ate at my home, needed company,
I heard the pitiful moans, as the spirit tore at the shingles.

Now, we are together again, the spirit and I;
I am tempted to join it as it drags its familiar water
over the edge and into the draft, but no!
I cannot cling to the wall and re enter the house.

That would be an overdraft that I could not afford.

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The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.


An Inspired Limerick

It's scary how sexting's a craze
it's different how genX was raised
I propose STD's
won't affect many Z's
but the B's will precede the genA's

Disconnected Image Prompt aka/Two Butts On A Bench

Two Butts On A Bench

The girl next door arrived first
taking a seat on the bench,
Then came he, feeling like to burst.

All the things he wanted to say
melted away, like a first snowfall,
on that bright breeze-less day.

They fell to texting the other
speaking through fingertips
like no "sister or brother!"

Time moves on, separating lovers
and life takes over stirring events
Time cannot wait it does not hover.

I can dance

I close my eyes
It's dizzying
As pure

It reminds me
As much
As I want to
I'm not dead

I meet my maker
Each time
I experience the headiness

Now,do, I sacrifice
To feel that moment
Once more

To what end?

My end?

Just another patient!

When you admitted me
what did you see?
Was I just another patient
to do with what you please.
Your meds and your routines
can't cure my disease.
I'm just an experiment
here down on my knees.
Taking your scrutiny
till I just want to scream.
If I don't hold my tongue
you'll crucify me.
So bind me and gag me
just do what you please,
for you'll never change me
it's out of your league..

On Our Way to Colorado

It sounded like the last radio station in the West,
driving through Nevada, or maybe it was Utah.
The wireless acolyte, compelling us behind electrical static,

to accept his good Lord, and what we should do
to get in His good graces before it was too late
for those of us listening in the dark desert night.

I remember we both thought he sounded lonely,
and had some work to do there for himself.

You said we were just starting out,
so we couldn’t have done enough
to need much forgiveness from anyone.

Lost depths

I was swimming in the ocean,
Even then, your azure eyes
Suddenly take over my mind
They become the ethereal abyss
I'm immersed in,
And I find myself lost
In the depths of the aegean
Not knowing where I am
But I still swim and swim
Searching that angelic hue

Fear of Technology

In our computer messages, we find our solace,
Lost in a world of endless information,
A fear of the unknown, a fear of the unseen,
Technology's grip tightens, a silent invasion.

We fear the power it holds over us,
The constant connection, the never-ending scroll,
A digital world that consumes our minds,
Leaving us adrift, losing control.

Chatting with Billy Collins on a Rainy Afternoon

It has rained most the day.
My purple sofa rests by the window
noting the seconds between lightning strikes
and the rumbles fingering through the fine glass panes.

I have embraced the downward dog,
contemplated the rising smoke of patchouli incense.
I've become the fragrance of lavender and green tea.

I am zen. And with that,
I pull his books from the shelf
yearning for words,
cozy conversation.

I Swear, This is the Last I'll Write About You

More tears on these empty pages...

I can only write about you so much
before every page is flooded with
"I love you"
"I miss you"
"Come home"

My Conversation with a Famous Poet

This weighted aroma of ink;
Sent a word to me on my bed several nights.
Its tears flew on the transcendent book
Where in this world will I find and fix the lines and verses of Shakespeare?
Is it on the dusty board in the societies?
Where smugness is the motto
And dirt coats the norms
Where readers have become the viewers of book covers
And the world has made the ink a pushover
To run-off a genre of their tastes.
I have learnt my lesson from John Milton that the paradise lost can be regained.


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