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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.

 

WHINERE ME

God bless you Sir poets of
Neopoet
for helping me find
the depths of my mind
deep within me
surge waves of vibrations
and
that helps me to stay attuned
with folks like you

NOW SAY AGAIN WILL YOU ?

what and how would you feel

if one day i just

VANISHED

will you miss me

ANYONE??????
EXCEPT IAN!
AMEN....

Percussive Dance

Spirited away
Disappearing into the ether
Behold
I am a bird from far off exotica
You
My beloved
Are but a bergamot
A sprout of the local flora

The ticker remains excitable
Habitually acting like a hyperactive simian
Ascending to the rooftops of euphoria
And plunging into the depths of ecstacy
Without rhyme or reason

Reflections in rhyming haiku, limerick and freeform.

A dull sea's soft sigh
under a lowering sky
the black dog slinks by

There is a mad poet from Oz
who says it is mostly becoz
he's a left-handed geek
and a bipolar freak
and don't know what's now and what woz

Other people's dreams are boring
so I'll spare you the details
suffice to say
I started this day
not drifting in the grey void of pain
again.

Subliminal Pretext

Humidity is warm
the needles stiff sharp arm
points its per cent

"Your wit is a work"

Shall I fetch tea?

do be a dear..........

Shores of Mind

How tainted are they?
Off-white, worn, dry, surrounding,
Were these four ever to speak,
They'd utter grievances of a torn soul,
Scattered, humbled, then made anew

If pillows could but breathe sweet whispers,
Velvet shudders chiming,
Throughout the doldrums of crystal clear psyche,
Selflessly praying to a God, I fear, sometimes does not hear-but still...

Goddam next poem

brutal
words
fall
off
the
edge
of your mouth,
the tip of your tongue
still wagging

that's how i feel about my poems,
someone is always saying do this to that.
i say but it's not in this poem to do that.

no one knows better than i when
to borrow a word
and make it into something it's not.

Inspired by Keats (June Contest)

When I am frightened all shall end
before my epic poem is through,
ere I have chance to shape and mend
the tales I want to tell to you;
When I can view the storyline
unwritten in my teeming brain
and know that I shall soon resign
from life and all has been in vain;
And when I fear, you poets of such peerless grace
shall never know my chronicle,
then all my wonder I erase
and ponder the ironical.

milksop secateurs

metrical metropolis iridescent
the merino's now grazed mercerized
eating sky, breeding sly,
to sing a mezzo contralto
of messiahs born in mews
was Jesus a sliver simian-
you call all Africans apes,
tardy that lambs and silage
all life's still need a ripcord
in the day of deaths evaporation,
stevedore in the wharves offshore

The Plumber Man

And what can we do when the plumber man comes
hide children hide
your walls won’t protect you now

Tap, tap, tap

Goes the pipe against the wall

Stand tall young one
stand tall

The plumber man does smirk
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
tell mummy that he’s here

thump, thump, thump
goes his footsteps down the hall

too small young one
too small

daddys’ home
and the plumber mans dead

prestti foil little wrap

candy coated
lips loaded
crooked teeth
and the barrage
of beats
beneath this
hissing windstorm
and dusty street
full of tinned gilled
rounded amphibian
creepz

Popping Lifesavers
why not chew gum

Cant see your glare
cause its hidden
by the sun In the
flare of the magnificent
set of lifted shades
The tint of your fresh
dyed hair today

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