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

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-06-15 16:12

 

This week’s winner is Lavender with the following poem

 

Winning Poem

Magic

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
wish.

 

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Summer Image Prompt Contest Vote

Submitted by neopoet contests on Wed, 2024-06-12 23:01

Please read the following poems

And vote below.

Voting ends June 19th 2024

 

 

 

Abandoned

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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Summer Image Prompt Challenge-Sailing

By: Hon

 

In the sailing wind blow
pacing along with the flow
feeling at ease and contented
under the vast blue sky
the spray of the fresh air
embarking on a new journey
traveling miles far apart
carrying with a curious mind
awaiting for a new opportunity
embracing with a sense of hope
bringing with an emotional ride
through many different stages
at the endless spending time
finding own destination
with each tale of the story
comes with lessons
instilled with the thought
life is a learning experience
that takes where it goes
a place that holds special
to the heart that embraces
like home

 

 

 

 

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

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-06-08 22:23

 

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

Archeology

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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Neopoet Weekly 05/26/24 to 06/01/24 Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-06-01 22:22

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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Aussie Legends

Submitted by judyanne on Tue, 2012-04-24 04:48

Through thick of sniper fire and raining hell,
along the dire trail of Shrapnel Gully,
to haven, bore three hundred men who fell,
did John Simpson Kirkpatrick, and his Duffy.

I was, from crib, encouraged to admire,
how Private Simpson at Gallipoli,
took wounded to the beach from front-line fire
so gently, carried by his donkey, Duffy.

It’s one of many legends of Gallipoli,
elaborated on throughout the century;
exaggerated, it’s a certainty,
but true’s the tale of Duffy, Simpson’s donkey.

MY BIRD-FRIEND

Submitted by AmmaKonadu on Tue, 2012-04-24 03:50

I cannot believe, this very dove
With which I once shared immense love
Is perched on my windowsill
Singing to me in a voice soft as silk
….
Years back, it made me smile and glow
Yet I knew deep down I’d one day let it go…
With my heart as tight and hard as my fist
I stood by and watched it fade away like mist

So what is this music I hear this day?
Riding on the back of past times from, far, far away…
Filling my heart with such sweet melodies
Stuffing contagious laughter in my cheeks?

Mr. Rainbow

Submitted by Rula on Tue, 2012-04-24 03:43

Mr. Rainbow attracted me
He Killed me with his charming shots
So I read more about him
And here's what I got..

Mr. Rainbow
----------------

Through crystal clear elegancy
passes the magic of the light,
to split the droplets' transparency,
and turn it to a colorful delight.

Look at the horizon and see
it's adorned with a bow;
violet, blue, red and green
indigo, orange and yellow.

T A R A N T E L L I

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2012-04-24 00:55

Vice prick levelling the salt
the fingers bleed moist like a delicate
Brachhetto d Aqui

there are cool timid voices
the sister wells
thrown down a rope they sing

quick goes the bucket before they
can haul you in
a busband was what they wanted

so many voices singing in the rain
and terrace tops

WIND's PURPOSE

Submitted by scribbler on Mon, 2012-04-23 17:10

In dark wee hours of the morn
a blustery wind howls at the window
attempting to shake loose the panes
and warm itself inside.

Abed, I snuggle deeper
beneath the quilted warmth
like a squirrel in its leafy nest
on verge of drifting off to a troubled slumber
awaiting a possible late frost.
The farmers' bane.

DESERT BLUSH - Poetry/Prose WORKSHOP

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Mon, 2012-04-23 15:11

JUDYANNE'S PROSE:-

Spring is fragile, easily banished by the south wind. Despite the presage of warmer and sunnier days to come with the welcome northerly breeze of yesterday, a cold, wintry wind blew. Today, when the sun rose from the desert in the east and slowly brightened it, the morning sky would be covered from horizon to horizon with a blanket of multi-coloured fluffy cloud that looks just like wool on a sheep.

Workshop: 
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Falling in Love

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Mon, 2012-04-23 10:29

Sometimes you fall through a deepening crack,
Mt. Etna burns in your throat, and you spit out broken shards
of clay, coiled like a snake around your own ashes.
Maybe a hole in the sky
opens to strike you down on the way to Damascus
or maybe you walk through a wall on the way
to somewhere else cloaked in invisibility and feathers
of the Great Horned Owl. You've never been here before
and you're a little queasy at first, a little tipsy from
too much sugar in your bloodstream. But then it's

Arousal Unusual

Submitted by loved on Mon, 2012-04-23 04:08

Let me arouse you

No man, no woman,

no two men or women together,

can lie in solitary solitude,

in a single bed untouched.

the male's,

particularly of teens

rises hard as bone,

morning wood

as if forever,

then they two have to manipulate the clitoris,

as man can cum within moments

but women take eons,

so as the manipulations are on,

then sucked

that licked

all is now needed is a slight fix

once the lubricated two
are within each other,

BASIC NEEDS

Submitted by AmmaKonadu on Mon, 2012-04-23 01:56

After I write now...

I need

To write again

I need

To feel the inspiration that comes with it

The emotions that run

Through the hands

Through the fingers

I need 

To feel

My heart racing

To feel

My head pounding

I need

The relief

That floods the soul

The excitement

That tingles in my body

Oh I need

To be whole!

I need 

To be me

Just as I am intended to be

In Need

Of poetry!!

honkas - prose to poetry workshop (final edit) - further addition especially for jess

Submitted by judyanne on Mon, 2012-04-23 00:48

hi voltage cables and bits of PVC
there’s bound to be something interesting
he can make with these
not a spaceship, not a robot
something undefined

lost in imagination’s thrall
danger unnoticed
quietly stalking

honkas

not the small
those tender succulent
sumptuous joy

nor the huge
pinioned transport that soar
up and beyond
to enchantment
and lands where strange people live

but the medium-sized
long sharp teeth and giant wings
aggressive
hungry

Workshop: 
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