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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)

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

 

Echo

Soft on the neck of either dove’s love, beyond such a beauty, there hides a haze. A hazy patch of blacks and blues, where ashes lay, woke. The nightlight from an open candle sits in silence, trapped in lifeless motion, as it awaits the sun beyond its metal feet. A frozen door handle, covered with moldy moss, acts as the dawning memory of a lock intended to close, but always remains open, as a child’s laughter re-paints flowers along a bedroom barrier.

Killing the Jungle

land
estates
no matter
who owns it now
the trees are falling
lopped off by huge machines
(steel has no fondness for life)
wipe out the great lush green jungle
to put in a road and a pipeline
communities are killed by greedy men

https://soundcloud.com/user-992937220/killing-the-jungle?si=4d1d07383fc7...

Unit of Measure

I’ve heard the human soul
weighs 21 grams or so
Not so in my experience!

All those I miss the most
weigh much heavier on me

My mind sees their souls
as impossible to lift some days,
because of the burden of their absence

Heavy lifting - as if 21 grams
were as I imagine it might weigh
in the dark heart of a crushing black hole

Autumn in Five Pieces

The tomato plants performed well this summer past.
Fruit given up weeks ago, the dead,
dry stalks are waiting patiently for the pruner.

Now cold, the lake receives a woman wanting
a final baptism before winter comes.
The sweet sting of goose flesh raised in the crisp air.

Canada geese are flying south -- their clarion honks
trigger deep response in those that raise their head.
A chorus of complex emotions ripple out in their wake.

On Halloween

Scarecrows and bowls,
pumpkins in a row,
scare away the dead,
wiping the air they left.

We are visiting haunted places,
watch out for undone laces!
In late October we stroll
through the neighbourhoods that roll
kids in costumes and trick or treat,
afraid of just a heap of meek.

I thought this was for fun,
just a game for the children to run.

I am borderline

I am a bottomless pit of needing,
A whirling torrent of over feeling,
The hellish hunger that goes unfed,
Pain and anger that never ebbs.
I am a vampire for your affection,
A martyr made from past rejection.

I AM YOUR GOD

I am your God
Cause I sit on your heads
And smash your backs
And there is nothing anyone can do about it.

Your opinions are worthless to me
Your feelings are beneath my feet
I am still your president
I know what is good for you.

I am your God and your president
Who dare challenges me
Yesterday you cried for common whips
Today comes a red hot metal.

I am your president
I put democracy in my armpit
You dare not talk
You dare not become a meal for those beasts.

Afgan Woman: Behind the Veil

Andisha squeezes her burqa's cotton neck
she wore it even after the Americans came
feeling a safety in its black invisibility

the streets stink of fear and sweat
birds in cages wait, abandoned and condemned
the day the last plane left
she removed her blood-red nail polish
just in case
there may be no job now
she has no man free to escort her and no little sons

I AM - experimental poetry series (II)

PART TWO
I AM

an annex
a shaft
a shank
a shack
a hoard
a pen
a pencil
some pages
some written pages from past
a blast
summer
bummer
a field lit with pigeon holes
moles
a beautiful morning
morning in June
an act of defiance
a planet
a tide
a wave
the waves
the waves that are crashing
the waves that are breaking

inside your soul.

Almost Mine

My heart breaks for you
All the pain you’ve put me through
All the times I thought that this time it would be different
This time I can make it work
My heart breaks for you
And I still let you walk all over it
I’d let you stomp on it
even cut it if that would make you happy
The way that my heart breaks is more than just pain and sadness
It’s love and joy
Every time I see you happy with someone else although it hurts
I’m still happy to see you smile
Hear you laugh
To look into your joy filled eyes

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