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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.

 

Dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher
Nightmare snatcher,
Take the bad dreams away,
Leave me softly slumbering
Until night has broken into day.

Chase away the shadows,
And the bad thoughts within my head
Letting me sleep soundly,
As I lay cuddled up in bed.

Keep me safe and sound,
Until the night comes to an end,
Thankyou for your guidance,
My mystical, feathered friend.

A late night poem:

She sits in perfect repose
a poem waiting to be composed
words woven with silken thread
fine yet not quite spoken
Constellations bright within her eyes
hinting at the prose she hides
in her gentle, shuttered soul, and why,
I wonder why, has she been left to bide her time
aching for her poem to be written

Jimi

Pixie dust sprung from Jimi's eyes 
   as he rolled in microdot dreams, 
            purple phased out blades of grass 
                 waved - then heaven screamed , 
                      We watched smart pebbles line the beach 
                          marching to a psychedelic Sousa band
                       we know must be playing somewhere,--
               discarded notes were strewn in the sand.

The Knave of Hearts...

Time plods on behind the scenes
barely noticed until milestones
are dropped in the dust of our dreams
Halt! Who goes there?

Shadows of what was, does it matter?
Look over your shoulder
see him grinning, a Mad-Hatter
He's right behind you

Alice has got nothing on me
I am the Knave of Hearts
I've loved the Queen
and I've stolen her tarts

Blameless, she suspects nothing
Still, and more still...
as dreams were and are now
My hurt intact, she uses me to kill

Dancing With Rabbits (Expanded)

A wriggled nose invitation
To dance into myself.
A shout of joyous salvation.

Dappled skin;
What a grin!

Rebirth is the
Season and Reason,
Jump in!

With a splash and a spray,
The happy whiskers
Carry me away.

To the fountain within.

HISTORY (September Contest)

How will we be judged
by distant descendants
far in the future?

Perhaps they'll think us unevolved
still fighting wars over religion
although violence leaves questions unsolved
or worst lead us to being cursed
to kill again....and again.

Or perhaps their thoughts of us
will be...kind
(if they think of us at all).
Perhaps they'll overlook the bad
and realize we did the best we could.
Worst? Best?Is our time here simply a test?

YOUR SOLID BRAIN

Brain does never become antique
everyday newer synapses are developed
the more you keep your mind activated
the more calm you will be

memory only recedes
if one is not calm
is jobless
so keep yourself
occupied

you are only 76
In Canada and USA
they are considered
as old age kids

87 is perhaps minimum age
for men
women have no limit

did you read my two best poems
do kindly

MOM'S SMILES
and
WAIT FOR ME

washed away

I saw her in my dreams
as she slipped below the water
nobody ever noticed
that she was someone's daughter
She looked just like a cat
As she slinked into the deep
She sank with every moment
that somebody couldn't keep
It caused a ripple to the still
just like a fallen tree
"I came to heal the sick,
why would I heal the well"
But she knows as she slipped away
that time will never tell

Hot Sand and Hay-dust Bums

I wish for every day to be a beach day.
Hot sand and a tan while on land.
Got to get closer to this my true home.
The pirates domain is where my heart shall remain.

Hopping plodding, I hum a song,
(hot soles) something by Little Feat?
Plenty of Dixie Chickens around here,
yet I need to go closer to my call
-the ships waters, yes! I'm free (no fear)..

Of water (I)

the water fills me.
my mouth
                    d
                       r
                         i
                           p
                              s
on muddy grounds;

though my lips are arid
                                            and
  all I can think is you;
                                your face
                                                  drowning

                                                m
                                                e.

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