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Neopoet Weekly 06/16/24 to 06/22/24 Winner!

This week’s winner is Kristen H with the following poem


To Unlove You

Submitted by Kristen H.

I'm learning how
To unlove you

It hurts worse than loving you,
Knowing you don't love me back.

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Summer Image Prompt Challenge Winner!

The winning poem of the Summer Image Prompt Challenge is




Submitted by Mary Beth Magee

She bobbed there in the gentle swell,
The little boat I knew so well.
The sail wrapped tight along the boom
Gave me a feeling of dark doom.
I saw no anchor chain hung down
To stop her, lest she run aground.
No one sat in her empty bow.
No hand controlled her keel just now.
A gentle breeze set her to rock.
How did she get loose from the dock?
As the breeze caused her to turn,
I spotted paint along her stern.
Rough letters where my name had been -
The words now looked like "Mortal Sin."
What had he done in dark of night?
Was he convicted by dawn's light?
Then in the reeds beside the dock…
What I saw gave me quite a shock.
A body, face down, on the lake,
Could it be him, for heaven's sake?
Please, no, I prayed and backed away.
What pushed him so, I cannot say.
I didn't dream that he would dare.
I only know I lost him there.

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Neopoet Weekly 06/09/24 to 06/15/24 Winner!


This week’s winner is Lavender with the following poem


Winning Poem


Submitted by Lavender

A falling star settled on my rose,
a diamond dipped in velvet clothes.
I dared not touch the pure gift
sent from heaven, so swift,
but let it rest there
in such sweet air
and comply
to my


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Neopoet Weelky 06/02/24 to 06/08/24 Winner!


This week’s contest winner is hippiemoon with following poem:


By: hippiemoon

Years from now,
We will be dead and buried.
Your laugh nothing more than
A whisper in the wind,
A breeze carrying off dandelion wishes.

Our headstones will rest together,
Aging together, as we did in life.
Tears from our loved ones will mix with rain
And our memory will fade with the engravings.

And years from now,
We’re forgotten by everyone but the Earth.
They will dig our bodies up
And find our bones entwined in each other’s arms.


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Congratulations to Shelby Pryor for winning this week’s contest


Something New

Rain rushes from the skies
Mixing with a single tear
The wind cuts through
Like every doubt, every fear

Lightning shatters my peace
Like the pieces of my mind
A distant thunderclap mocks
Of the girl I was and left behind

A tornado rages in my head
Demolishing my peace and joy
I plaster on a smile for you,
But it's just a tactic I employ

The fear paralyzes my heart
Yet I'm so tired of being afraid
It is time to get up and fight
Before my resolve starts to fade

My fingers curl around my sword
I lift it high, I've got my armor on
I bring it down with all my strength
Until the shattered pieces are gone

There is no fixing the girl I was
No use in buying time with glue
The only solution is to shatter her
And forge with fire Something New


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The stream (all workshops)

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


Not Wasted

I never felt spending time with you was wasted
waking up next to your sleepy-beautiful smile.

Or my heart jumping a little with excitement
every time you came over.

Even when I laughed at your concern
about Orion's belt having so few notches.

We were good for a while. And I've always felt
that was what time was for.

Ruse of the evil grimace also known as "Blondie"

A real hunter (and huntress), she stands five feet
and tips the scales at most one hundred pounds.

Despite looking like a little girl, her stock in trade
masks that diabolical mean mien streak evocation.

Said bipedal hominid creature haunts outer limits
of the twilight zone, where dark shadows hoover
along the edge of night spooking the missus who
turns white as a sheet temporarily immobilized.


He didn’t take a bullet,
Didn’t step upon a mine.
His body’s still intact,
And he appears to be just fine.

But inside his hardened heart,
Things weren’t as they appeared.
Former friends and family,
Now think he’s kinda’ weird.

There is a massive hole,
Where his humour used to be.
He’s had two tours of duty,
Or maybe it was three.

He doesn’t sleep at night,
And his days are full of dread.
He just can’t shake the images,
That keep playing in his head.

Living With Depression

Do you really live with depression?
No! It is not living, but existing!
Like a knot on a log..
A rusted knob on a discarded door?

I do not exist with depression, but
there was a time I existed like a Zombie.
Existing as a numb skull, a deadened head!
Depression within my body.
Body heavy with the weight of anger.
Anger I was expected not to express.
Stopped on the expressway of life!

Every drop

My body cries
For you
Every day
I miss you,
With every pore,every tear,every breath

God,just give back my Koko
I'll behave

Just give me back my mother

Free (the) world

If everyone always did what they were told, nothing would ever happen.


"My Morticia, you're an ice-cold bitch,"
he thinks, unto himself.
"You don't believe my need for you,
you try to put me on the shelf."

From inside Morticia's head:

"We've so few that pass this way,
perhaps no one comes for years,
please dear one, we'll be good,"
in little sister's voice of tears"

"Very well", she murmurs
slight put out at this.
She braces for his ardent hug,
his smoldering lips, up in a kiss

Ups and downs

Life itself is vanity,
when shut up in a box.

The future non existent
a fatalistic walk,

but hope expands before you
foundations start to rock.

Hold tightly to your dreaming,
the shaking, it will stop.

The sky was gray this morning
the rain began to fall

Nature pulled depressions plug
I traversed the frightful wall.

Beautiful World

I am not religious,
But sometimes I see God swaying between palm trees,
Long robes flapping along to The Beatles at sunset.

I see Him in the way the boy in my math class always holds the door,
And in the way my friends shoes always match her outfits.
I see Him in the tiny miracles, the quick glances between people.

I see Him in the small shy smile when two lovers eyes meet,
I see Him on the dance floor of a country bar, smiling wide and
stomping His cowboy boots to a Tim McGraw song.

Revised Bucket List

When I was young, I made a list
Of things I hoped to do and see
Before I felt death’s cold hard fist.
It was a detailed list, indeed.
But years have passed, and goals change, too,
As age and money interfered.
My modern list, revised and true,
Gives me joy as I persevere.
The first goal now: to give more love
To everyone within my reach.
To lift them up as high above
The mundane as I can, and teach
Them to believe in their own worth.
My next goal is to stretch my heart
To bring more people of the earth


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