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Neopoet Random Challenge # 8

Neopoet.com wants to challenge you to write poetry about this month's random topic that is provided below

Objectives: If you so accept this challenge, all you have to do is choose one or more of the following topics and write one or more poems based on your choice or choices. Please make sure your poem or poems are between 12 to 32 lines

This month's Topics:
1) Haunted House
2) The Wicked Witch
3) Last Day On Earth
4) Magic Mushrooms
Always remember to have a blast while being challenged. Also don't forget you are awesome

Halloween and all that comes with it

This month we ask our members to partake in a Halloween contest. Write a poem in any form you desire. Poems should be 12 to 32 lines in length and can range from funny to scary Have a happy Halloween and show us how spooky you can be
Good luck to all our contestants and may the spookiest one of them all rule the night!

The winner receives a three-month premium membership and a 25 dollar gift certificate for amazon.com
Best of luck to all our contestants

September 2021 Poetry Contest Winner

Congratulations to C Lynn Brooks
For winning the September 2021 Neopoet Poetry Contest.
Please view the winning poem and leave a comment

Night Rider

Turn an eye to the
lonely sky
with billowing clouds
pregnant with rain
hiding a waning moon
winds are screaming to the night
ti's an omen
so they say

Heed where ye travel
beware what ye do
above all whisper
the words ye shall say

For he rides
in the dark
searching for men to slay
would it be the ones gone wrong
with debauchery and lie
of the evil
that men do

Keep a razor sharp eye
take care lest you stray
into a cold and darkened night
he is waiting to take your soul
and there is no giving back

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/night-rider

Neopoet Random Challenge Seven

Neopoet.com wants to challenge you to write poetry about this month's random topic that is provided below

Objectives: If you so accept this challenge, all you have to do is choose one or more of the following topics and write one or more poems based on your choice or choices. Please make sure your poem or poems are between 12 to 32 lines

This month's Topics:

1) Butterflies in my stomach
2) Running on empty
3) Write an acrostic poem with Neopoet as the baseline
4) She is an animal

Description: Create a Free Form poem 20 lines or there about. Employ what poetic device you may see as proper. Enter one poem only.

Objectives: Become familiar or caught up on use of poetic devices in Free Form poetry.
For those that need a reference on literary devices please feel free to visit the link below
https://literarydevices.com/rhythm/
The winner receives a three-month premium membership and a 25 dollar gift certificate for amazon.com
Best of luck to all contestants

August 2021 Poetry Contest Winner

Congratulations to Lamington
For winning the August 2021 Neopoet Poetry Contest.
Please view the winning poem and leave a comment

Sydney Xmas Limerick

At Christmas in Sydney it's hot
(wintry and snowy it's not)
So on the nude beach
Remember to reach
And smother some cream on your bot.

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/sydney-xmas-limerick

The stream (all workshops)

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Life at the Peaks

You’ve seen me in the valley
On the edge of a fell
A black hanging rock
My face is rough and bleak
My hair is wild heather
My jawline is sharp and rugged
If you stand on my head and look down
It’s a thousand feet drop to the bottom
Grass grows on my chin
The wind has pounded my body over many years
The rain has pelted me very hard
The weather shows me no mercy
Still I sit here petrified
Silent as a stone
Like a survivor

Midnight Road

I once walked down a midnight road
Heard a croak from a single toad
Fires burned out on that night
Erratic bats in flight
Dead walked among saints it was cold

Time's Oblivion

Today is someone's
Birthday
a gift of a poem
of his today

Glory and Grief
are relatives

Two of my best poetry
fans and mentors

passed away in sleep
but I don't weep

glory and gory
have short lives only

I too will
a part of history be
soonly
fadingly

till such time

Abide with me

Bouquet

She could not see the flowers
as an act of kindness,
as a thank you for sharing
some of her time with me

The expensive bouquet
was still there on the counter
Monday morning when she left

The roses, azaleas, and carnations,
even the inanimate vase,
seemed saddened and troubled
at having been seen as an apology
for a crime where no charges
had yet been leveled

The Man Nnamdi Kanu (Ohamadike)

Whenever I see your face, I stand.
Whenever I hear your voice, I stand.
When they say your name, I stand.
When they ban your name, still I stand.

Honor, they say, give to whom it's due,
And then I ask:
Where lies the greatest honor
For a man in all times the greatest?

A man about whom many years ago I dreamed,
A man by whom the shackles away shall melt.
Many tears of Ndi-Igbo joy shall become,
And all the voiceless people shall their voice regain.

The House Waits (October Contest)

The glamour is fading - not a minor
concern. The spires stand rigid
and tight. Porch cushions
can't disguise they're a
mound of dead flies.
The scent of pie
is too spoiled
to lure.

The House down the lane
is trying so hard to
draw the wary and
keep the scary
inside.

Within
is a hunger for
innocence and terror.
The spirits all restless and cursed.
So angry at life and the living it abhors,
you'd lose your mind knowing what quenched its thirst.

That Innocent child

She seems so distant, so far away
It is strange to see a genuine smile
Ever stumbling along day by day
The zombies are here, our souls in exile

We are the demons the source of privation
I am polluted and defiled
Has earth become my eternal damnation
I miss her, that innocent child

I see the decorations, ornaments and frill
This malignity should be forgotten and estranged
Their cackaling laughter and mischievous shrill
My agony labeled as mentally deranged

Lonely Sun Comes

The sun was feeling lonely
in the laden skies
no love making with humans
clouds besides
sun warmed up
clouds blushed and melted
squeezed the water out
rained freely
humans thought 'twas like pee
but were happy

sun fired each individually
Covid went to sleep
now I'm warmed up
sun has been so free
ah so lovely with me

now who will come
let me know

Lovely Afternoon

She sits at the table
working on a puzzle
I rise from my chair
to pour us some wine

She suddenly asks me
if I might ever come up to her
and tell her I no longer want her

(this happened to a character
in a book she's been reading)

My brief pause causes her
more angst than she can
comfortably carry without
the help of my answer

I tell her I want to stay
as long as the nights
keep chasing after the days

She smiles and sips her wine
and places another piece
in her puzzle

Victimized...

She flies into a rage
when he addresses her needs
Simply put, she wants to be alone
He minds, but knows enough not to say so

She knows that she is being unreasonable
but in the moment, she doesn't care
Her pain causes flashbacks
And he is there, a target for her barbs

It is unfortunate, that she cannot "just get over it"
He loves her more on her 'good days'
but, tries hard on the bad ones too
A victim, quite by circumstance

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