Workshops on Neopoet are groups that meet for a certain period of time to focus on a certain aspect of poetry. Each workshop participant is asked to critique all the other poems submitted into a workshop. A workshop leader helps coordinate -- they set the agenda, give participants feedback on whether their submissions and critique are at they level expected of them, and after the workshop is over, give feedback to participants.
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Workshops
Tue, 2022-09-06 00:01
Collaborative poem...
This is our fifth collaborative poem; I hope that everyone has some satisfaction in what we have done so far.
Thanks everyone, for their participation.
RoseBlack
Tue, 2022-09-06 16:43
Autumn Feels Like
Sweatshirts and sweatpants
Bonfires and marshmallows
A fresh aray of red, yellow and orange
Crinkling beneath our feet
Crisp air at our faces
Apples in baskets
Homemade pies in ovens
Pumpkins on display
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~RoseBlack~
RoseBlack
Tue, 2022-09-06 20:26
Thanks Mark!!!
It's my favorite season!
~RoseBlack~
Dystopia
Tue, 2022-09-06 22:42
Autumn Feels Like
Autumn Feels Like
Sweatshirts and sweatpants
Bonfires and marshmallows
A fresh aray of red, yellow and orange
Crinkling beneath our feet
Crisp air at our faces
Apples in baskets
Homemade pies in ovens
Pumpkins on display
End: Roseblack
Start: Dystopia
The warmth of a hearth
A family ‘round the table
Giving thanks for our fortune
Eating as much as we are able
Sweaters that warm your body
Food that warms your soul
Family that warms your heart
Happiness warms your mind whole
Depressed 1
Wed, 2022-09-07 02:06
Autumn Feels Like
Autumn Feels Like
Sweatshirts and sweatpants
Bonfires and marshmallows
A fresh aray of red, yellow and orange
Crinkling beneath our feet
Crisp air at our faces
Apples in baskets
Homemade pies in ovens
Pumpkins on display
End: Roseblack
Start: Dystopia
The warmth of a hearth
A family ‘round the table
Giving thanks for our fortune
Eating as much as we are able
Sweaters that warm your body
Food that warms your soul
Family that warms your heart
Happiness warms your mind whole
Start Depressed 1
In lederhosen you go out dressed
To celebrate with friends on Oktoberfest
Do the polka and the chicken dance too
Then have yourself another lager brew
Find a Fraulein and give her a nice kiss
A lager in one hand and a Fraulein is bliss
You will never find yourself feeling down
Dancing with a Fraulein with a golden crown
End Depressed 1
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Warrior Princess
Wed, 2022-09-07 19:23
Autumn Feels Like
Autumn Feels Like
Sweatshirts and sweatpants
Bonfires and marshmallows
A fresh aray of red, yellow and orange
Crinkling beneath our feet
Crisp air at our faces
Apples in baskets
Homemade pies in ovens
Pumpkins on display
End: Roseblack
Start: Dystopia
The warmth of a hearth
A family ‘round the table
Giving thanks for our fortune
Eating as much as we are able
Sweaters that warm your body
Food that warms your soul
Family that warms your heart
Happiness warms your mind whole
Start Depressed 1
In lederhosen you go out dressed
To celebrate with friends on Oktoberfest
Do the polka and the chicken dance too
Then have yourself another lager brew
Find a Fraulein and give her a nice kiss
A lager in one hand and a Fraulein is bliss
You will never find yourself feeling down
Dancing with a Fraulein with a golden crown
End Depressed 1
Start: Warrior Princess
The warm sun hits the children’s faces
Beads of sweats in hidden places
The children played marble pitch and hopscotch in their hometown
As the adults prepare the luncheon for a showdown
The couple leans closer to meet their first kiss
Savouring, not a moment to miss
While the sounds of the kiskadee made music in the ear
The bougainvillaea flowers bloom and appear
End: Warrior Princess
Candice Vitalien
"Keep glowing even if no one can see your light.
For among the hidden stars on the darkest night
Someone will look up and behold
The flickering hope; words untold;
Strength and Honour my Warriors! "
scribbler
Fri, 2022-09-09 13:46
End Alan...begin scribbler
While here about the final hay
is harvested in all the fields
as time grows shorter every day
before the crops all cease their yields.
And in the woods the deer fill up
in preparation of coming lust
and trees cease their modest coverup;
ere long the puddles will gain icy crust.
while every Friday night the lights come on
and fans cheer their local teams
the players will be sore come dawn
when they awaken from their dreams.
Birds form flocks to make their trip
and their calls soon fill the skies
before the winter gains its grip
I'm blessed to see this with my old eyes
end scribbler
Geezer
Sat, 2022-09-10 01:41
begin Geezer...
Quilts of brown and scarlet leaves
lie on beds of washed out green
the nearly naked trees of the north
raise their branches to be seen
The firs of winter weather wield
fat pinecones against the storms
Storing food for the sassy squirrels
Holed up in hollows, keeping warm
end Geezer.
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There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.
Geezer
Sat, 2022-09-10 01:45
Autumn Feels Like
Autumn Feels Like
Sweatshirts and sweatpants
Bonfires and marshmallows
A fresh aray of red, yellow and orange
Crinkling beneath our feet
Crisp air at our faces
Apples in baskets
Homemade pies in ovens
Pumpkins on display
End: Roseblack
Start: Dystopia
The warmth of a hearth
A family ‘round the table
Giving thanks for our fortuneAutumn Feels Like
Sweatshirts and sweatpants
Bonfires and marshmallows
A fresh aray of red, yellow and orange
Crinkling beneath our feet
Crisp air at our faces
Apples in baskets
Homemade pies in ovens
Pumpkins on display
End: Roseblack
Start: Dystopia
The warmth of a hearth
A family ‘round the table
Giving thanks for our fortune
Eating as much as we are able
Sweaters that warm your body
Food that warms your soul
Family that warms your heart
Happiness warms your mind whole
Start Depressed 1
In lederhosen you go out dressed
To celebrate with friends on Oktoberfest
Do the polka and the chicken dance too
Then have yourself another lager brew
Find a Fraulein and give her a nice kiss
A lager in one hand and a Fraulein is bliss
You will never find yourself feeling down
Dancing with a Fraulein with a golden crown
End Depressed 1
Start: Warrior Princess
The warm sun hits the children’s faces
Beads of sweats in hidden places
The children played marble pitch and hopscotch in their hometown
As the adults prepare the luncheon for a showdown
The couple leans closer to meet their first kiss
Savouring, not a moment to miss
While the sounds of the kiskadee made music in the ear
The bougainvillaea flowers bloom and appear
End: Warrior Princess
Candice Vitalien
"Keep glowing even if no one can see your light.
For among the hidden stars on the darkest night
Someone will look up and behold
The flickering hope; words untold
Strength and Honour my Warriors! "
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Alan Abrams
Fri, 2022-09-09 07:19
End Warrior Princess
End Warrior Princess
Begin Alan:
that young swain and his maid
lost all sense of time
and place, there, in the shade,
to the rest of the world, blind.
What happens then can't be revealed,
as the sun slowly departs,
where their leafy bower concealed
a hotter sun rising in their hearts...
End Alan...begin scribbler
While here about the final hay
is harvested in all the fields
as time grows shorter every day
before the crops all cease their yields.
And in the woods the deer fill up
in preparation of coming lust
and trees cease their modest coverup
ere long the puddles will gain icy crust.
while every Friday night the lights come on
and fans cheer their local teams
the players will be sore come dawn
when they awaken from their dreams.
Birds form flocks to make their trip
and their calls soon fill the skies
before the winter gains its grip
I'm blessed to see this with my old eyes
end scribbler
begin Geezer
Quilts of brown and scarlet leaves
lie on beds of washed out green
the nearly naked trees of the north
raise their branches to be seen
The firs of winter weather wield
fat pinecones against the storms
Storing food for the sassy squirrels
Holed up in hollows, keeping warm
end Geezer.
There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.
Rosewood Apothecary
Sat, 2022-09-10 11:42
This portent of my psyche
This portent of my psyche does
Wither into grey and brown
Like the falling of the leaves
My moods go drifting to the ground
While the trees begin their rest
I’ll steady heart and firm resolve
Wait for annual rebirth
Hang tight and let the earth revolve.
I suffer from depression that is amplified by winter. I have all this nostalgia about fall the the rest but honestly I’m gearing up for a long cold winter emotionally speaking. Thanks for your confidence. You are all so great.