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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

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Haunted House... Neopoet Random Challenge #8

A haunted house not far from me
My ears pricked up at that!
I went down to look, at the sight
Wore my coolest leather hat

Fist raised to knock upon the door
My knuckles poised to rap
The door creaked slowly open wide
I had no doubt it was a trap!

But the "Magic" mushrooms that I ate
Were holding up just fine
If this were, my last day on Earth
I guess I wouldn't mind

No Son

Sun Comes
O Son
my earlier version
vanished

they said
son will come
after nine months
so kindly
wait and see
beautiful lovely one
what
son
but came none

Reverie

Echoes halo the sunlight.
Trespass into limbic crack.
Knees wet with green impact.
Crumbs on spiral staircase down.

Closer now; a dinner bell
Promises sweet meats and regret.
Far from the ocean, a wave
Crashes on dust rumpled sheets.

Salt and scent erased long ago.

AUTUMN STROLL

I walk these woods this autumn day
then come upon a dim game trail
and since it goes along my way
I let its direction prevail
and add my prints to those of deer

The path traverses a hillside
through mixed hardwoods of middling age
where squirrels play and owls abide
here on this deep sylvan stage
beneath a sky that's cool and clear.

your onions are making me cry

The minced beef reminds me of how I want to smash your head.

Inside you, there's no brain
and nothing left to your soul,

with vinyl gloves, I plaster

the feelings.
I hide 'em all

in layers of beef

and just to remember
the garlic does not always give a better taste,

it can also ruin the whole recipe.

Tremendous disasters come due to wrong quantities
-the qualities are already lost.

Don't look at the knives.
They are haemorrhaging in the bags.
They are thirsty for blood.

NO WAR

My Father did not plant fruit trees
or a garden with any sort of vegetable,
like a tomato plant, or peppers.

It was I that planted, harvested all of that.

His example did not lodge with me
never having flown down from the sky
wrapped in a fighter plane

machine guns blazing towards a ground confined enemy
they there, trembling in fear, hiding from
his bullets and bombs thrown while in God’s bubble.

I loved him so, yet my path differed

And this is Poetry Neoly

Only simple ones
love simply
to smile and enjoy beautiful flowers
O where is my garden
I wish to see
ere from this worldly museum
I flee
will you still then love me

Take a Bite

An ecstasy of needing.
Overwhelmingly seeking.
How great are the first demands?

The feel of warm skin
Sparks the embers within.
How pure is a Mother's love?

The scars and skinned knees.
That stinger; fear of bees!
How true are the lessons we learn?

Love found and then lost.
All the lies and their cost.
How dear is the price we pay?

That peace can be found
By removing one's crown.
How sweet is accepting the truth?

Insubstantial is the feeling.
Something in my eyes that drip.
Floating, helpless, drifting.
Why can't I chart my way?

Mist is my essence
Parts always falling.
I yearn to be more complete.
Why is there no solid ground?

I know my time is brief.
Why do I feel so alone?

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