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Early Spring Image Prompt contest Winner!

The winning poem of the

Early Spring Image Prompt contest is

 The Visitor by  Mary Beth Magee

Congratulations to Mary Beth Magee on such a fine poem.

Neopoet Weekly 03/17/24 to 03/23/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

2:23am by zach

 

Congratulations to zach on such a fine poem.

Early Spring Image Prompt Contest Vote

Early Spring Image Contest Vote

 

Please read the two finalist poems below and click on the vote here link to vote on your favorite poem. Voting ends March 29th 2024.

 

 

The Visitor

By: Mary Beth Magee

You visit for a moment,

Accept a breath of hospitality,

Then dash away again.

You share your company briefly.

 

But in that time, oh,

The magic you bring.

From tiny eggs to instars

To gloriously patterned wing.

 

I watched you hatch and crawl,

Grow, shed and wriggle.

You change your dress. Your

New look makes me giggle.

 

You give me joy and delight

With your aerial ballet.

My royal friend, magician,

Harlequin at play,

 

Dear monarch, share your gift

Of grand, exuberant joy

With all. Give us eyes to

See, and feelings to employ.

 

You set an example

Of living in the moment.

Let us live so our days

Are likewise spent.

 

Dash on, my friend,

Your destiny calls.

Send your children my way

When the milkweed grows tall.

 

Spring Comes

By: Candlewitch

 

Fields of springy clover

beneath my barefoot toes,

dance-happy feet kick up

a delight everyone knows!

 

Green, green all around,

a heart full of joys untold

rolling over and over in

nature's paradise hold!

 

In gardens of my growing hopes

tulips, buttercups and crocus

flourish healthily blossoming,

as Spring comes into focus.

 

 

Vote Here

Neopoet Weekly 03/010/24 to 03/16/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Dancing In The Dark  by  William Lynn

Congratulations to William Lynn on such a fine poem.

Neopoet Weekly 03/03/24 to 03/09/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

THE LAST RING by  Jokerface82

 

Congratulations to Jokerface82 on such a fine poem.

The stream (all workshops)

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

 

the Goddess meme

The morning wraps itself around you
with the terror of your skin,
your hands forgetting the way they
felt when you touched her in your dream,
you are humble in your agony and deeply
surrendered, for you have touched her
in your walking-away life, walking away like
the sky in nightfall.

Toys? (3rd stage meter workshop) styx

Toys?

I want to wind you up
Watch you gyrate and twirl
Lose myself in your spinning
(half spider/half demon girl)
When your momentum
Slows enough to trip you
I'll savor the flavor of cadmium...
I want to strip you
D
O
W
N
Listen to your clockwork heart
...dying...
Slowly in time
Replace your batteries...
So we can begin
Again
And again...

More Meter Ex. 1 Trochaic Pentameter

x = stressed o= unstressed

I

Jeffery Dahmer killed his neighbour: flushed him (down the drain)
Ed Gein ate his mother (and) played in (her) dirty dresses
While Son of Sam with gun in hand was killing golden (retrievers)
Fisher went and ate some children: buried them in (the) barn

xo xo x o xo: x o (o o x)
x o x o xo (o) x o (o) xo xo
xo x o x o x o x o xo xo (oxx)
xo x o x o xo: xo x o (o) x

II

Workshop: 

Frustrated Philosophy

Night has come
The city gives birth to light
I keep quiet
Just stay quiet
Listen to the pavement
It calls
The lights call
Just keep quiet
Stay quiet
Listen to the sound
The sidewalk beckons
Night has come.

Mountains cry too.

A lonely person stays to not be alone
No matter the pain, the hurt, the lies.
No one wants to be alone
feeling the emptiness at night,
going insane with the need to be held,
spoken to,
smiled at.

Yearning for the need.
A need to be kissed,
a need for love.
The love won't come, fooling yourself
Trickery at its best.
Deception.

Then its over, said and done.
Pure lonliness has come.
Silence at night,
creatures creeping around every dark corner,
and you just wonder why.

R A V I S H C U L P A

dream breakfest
hour bleak of dawn
your voice ignites
the dark startling
the stars

the heartdance hit
slamming a wave of light

Ditch this fucked life
wait for black coffee
to fill up yesterday
our history in a cup
like sugar grains
the painful snow bright

still
wait

sleep lost in dreams
the mumble park
like summer dayz
and blossom stark

Hurt, Pain, and Truth - more meter

To think the pain that comes is felt to learn
To stand the pain I bare the truth of hurt
To know the hurt I learn to take its truth
To break the threat of hurt I check my pain
To void the hurt I know before it comes
I learn to track the signs of hurt in time
I break its press before it writes the hurt
I think I know the signs although I’m blind
I look to read the pain of thoughts inside
I lose the train of thought when pain arrives

Workshop: 

Exposed ....Dropped Pants!

''You've got to see the elephant for what it is.'' So she said some where...

The embracement /embarrassment,
must be man's,
B’coz elephants have 48 inches long,
Yes! You heard it right.
Man’s by now you all know

Ele’s is solid muscle,
Did you know?
And
a bucket full of semen
and
oozing more...
Man’s by now you know...

Hopefully, I myself assure...

awakening into this

Awakening into this,
the body's bliss
fine-tuning the vibration
into early-morning's baby-breath....

Damn, Sam! It's so freakin' cold, stepping
barefoot into the air, down-comforter warm.
Our bodies still sleeping in its natural heat
did not know what happened to the furnace,
why it died overnight.

BY FIRELIGHT

As we sit enveloped by new night
on a crisp and clear October eve
beneath the moon and star's cold light
with faces turned up to receive.

The cheery light of cedar burning
casts flickers from the fire pit
reminding us of past hot yearning
as we warm ourselves in front of it.

I need not see to know your form
familiar from so many years
of sharing life and bed so warm
and even more than a few tears.

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