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2:23am by zach

 

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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.

 

 

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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

 

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The stream (all workshops)

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

 

Why Do I Bother

Why do you criticize my words
When the purpose of my writing, you do not see
I write for all times and all things that be.
You reach out to my words and select.
Take those that belong to you
They are yours, and yours of mine

Yet you will say, they only lasted a short time
Then you did not need them longer
So return their meaning that is fine.
Why did I write them in order just so
That your eyes told your mind
To let them visit your soul.

LA FOI / FAITH :French/ English

LA FOI

Mon âme,
si c’est une âme
que j’ai.
souffre son existence
et tremble devant
son immortalité
cet inconnu
qui nous terrorise
ce silence
qui nous porte
aux genoux.

FAITH

my soul
if that is what I have,
suffers its existence
and trembles before
its own immortality
this Unknown
that terrorizes
this Silence that
brings us
to our knees

NEGATIVE ONE

A breath
the time of a sigh
the middle of
a blink
of an eye
a failure of synchronicity
in space and time…
suddenly
we become
negative one

Profound

Profound escapes the moment
when angry words take over,
breaking up, is that the answer.

Tired of the drama
receiving all the blame,
getting slung along this coaster ride
I can't ride not one more train ...

and then you flash your smile,
I can only shake my head,
weighty wisdoms aren't really needed
when that sparkle has its say.

A Love Poem For You ~ Petrichor 6

1. Like Solitary Creatures Weeping

I am drenched with melancholy by the summer rain
when the sky opens up and moves the
furniture of my mind around with an easy grace.
The scent of heaven
conjures up a frayed and torn duffel bag of words,
I resist the temptation to write another poem, but I am
not forlorn.

By the river that empties into the sea,
I leave three words
for you in the sand.
The tide will wash them away, but not
before we break into waves
and crash against the dark grey sky.

2. For Him

ZARKOPHAKIZZ

Gem cutter
wheel flesh

the drip lash vortex taste
a thunder cry
the waste

harrow flash
the thick laced
pass

net soul catch reach
of burnt rimmed skys

far damp with
tourniquet and lust
staunch stop
deliver

your arrows
bearing found

Becoming heart
a quiver

OLD EYES

I went to the store today
and ran into an older fellow
he said hi and I said hey
his voice was low and very mellow

As I held the door open
our eyes met for the shortest time
then slid off, as do most men
( as if connecting were a crime)

He shuffled off, I went on by
in a rush as seems my way
to buy some chicken I could fry
( you know, his eyes were almost gray)

ALL THE KING'S HORSES

ALL THE KING’S HORSES

whirling dervish in a spin
far from the world I live in.
a sudden fall.
sparkling mirrors
of Murano
all
in refraction
a thousand broken
pieces I see
of me.

Theater Macabre (revised)

Theatre Macabre

lower the house lights
in the broken-down theater
of a thousand tortured nights
hush the sequined crowd
of ragged clowns
and aged ringleaders
bring a soft spot
to center stage

awaken the sots
while the curtains descend
composing a backdrop
of claret crushed velvet
hear a pin drop
as I strike my pose
extending toes on one foot I hop
beginning the dance

Sanctuary

We left because of the violence.
I thought he would kill you or me.
But a child's memory’s a selective thing.
You forgot the beatings because he’s your dad
and you love him.

You lie there sobbing so softly
my heart shatters for you.
You miss him so much, you just want a father
to fish with, play ball with, show off to your friends
you forget yours didn't bother.

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