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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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Saving Smiles

Submitted by Apostolos "Paul... on Thu, 2012-01-12 23:20

I gave pain an anesthetic sick of seeming pathetic
Cutting misery’s spleen with claws of wolverine
I threw melancholy off the tenth floor balcony

Agony I do ignore as she bleeds on the mahogany floor
Oh, such deeds are chaotic, maybe I’m psychotic
Or maybe I’m saving me with this vivid imagery
My smiles no longer a bastard, in me look what he’s mastered

Tonight, I give my pen to laughter, as she writes this chapter
No more waiting for the sun to rise I can close my eyes

Cat in the Dark

Submitted by Nichole on Thu, 2012-01-12 21:49

She is like a cat in the dark,
Her eyes twinkle and spark.
She slinks around,
Like a ghost in the town.
And lives amongst the alleys.

She avoids conflict until pursued,
Once angered she won't be subdued.
If you dare chase this kitty,
Man, you have my pitty.
She may seem shy,
but in her eyes.
I see a mysterious side,
life is a tough ride.
for this girl I can tell,
I can read her well.

HOPE OF THE DISPLACED

Submitted by t. reflexion on Thu, 2012-01-12 18:50

I know it will be a surprise to you
Receiving this hopeful note of plea
Form our war torn Sierra Leone
It is me, your friend, Mohammed
Consider how I lost my right foot
A price I paid to the rebel war.

You will be blessed to give constantly
Your descendants will prosper unceasingly
To third, fourth and fifth generations
For the assistance you caused to be
To acquire this artificial limb of mine
That drags me along desolated byways

Aspirations (a Mirror/rorriM poem)

Submitted by Candlewitch on Thu, 2012-01-12 12:01

hope
transparent and thin
like
leaves too long in the wind
oh
confident desire
which
once sprang eternal (never to expire)
now
with gnarled joints
slowly
crawls
to its knees
Failed Aspirations:
hope
transparent and thin
like
leaves too long in the wind
oh
confident desire
which
once sprang eternal (ever to expire)
now
with gnarled joints
slowly
falls
to its knees

LATIN VERBS

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Thu, 2012-01-12 04:32

Genitive, dative, ablative, the babble sound of Latin verbs,
their rhythmical grimace, their declension.
Yet the lilt, the sway, the dance of vowels,
that mesmerise the mind, entice, amuse.

The music of mankind, their many vocal songs,
each land their dialect, their form of phrase,
all from the human throat, the mouth, the nose,
each utterance its own expression as air goes in, goes out.

REAL BOOKS

Submitted by scribbler on Wed, 2012-01-11 22:09

Lift it up and feel its heft
the weight of time and perspiration
all the effort that was left
on pages soaked in inspiration

Run fingers over textured cover
feel the binding on your skin
what new worlds will you discover
on the pages held within

Now open it to that first page
if it's new smell that fresh ink
and even if it has some age
the dust and yellowing won't stink

Simplicity

Submitted by infinite_dwarf on Wed, 2012-01-11 19:57

It is sitting on a mountain away from all the man-made distractions
It is enjoying a flower
Deep in thought, with no interactions

It is the art of Cha-Do, seven basic concepts
A doorway shortened
So one leaves behind what they possess

The polite refusal of the first drink
Done to show humility and respect
And whose participants share a common, humble link.

It is the calm after the storm
The balancing of Qi
A stepping back from the norm

BLACK PITCH

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2012-01-11 14:23

startle dark
no fire
no stars to glean
suffusion
surrender

urging wind
brushing
filling
toiling against
the upper structure

and the scent of salt
fulfilling mutual
steadiness

nothing like running
dark
like a truth examined
with more senses
then just the simplicity
of wavelengths from
the broad spectrum

this is more of
"feeling"
mixed with the chaff
of longing and want

acceptence (prose)

Submitted by silent_voice_84 on Wed, 2012-01-11 07:10

Indigo children, running on a molten river of emotionless hate.
Driven forwards only by the tumult that we fools call love.
Compelled only to be accepted into a perfect circle.

faceless (prose)

Submitted by the_fool on Wed, 2012-01-11 00:26

You couldn’t really call him homeless. He always felt comfortable where he was. Always able to sleep well on any given surface.. He never considered something as cliche as ‘the city is my home’. No, he just never really considered having a home. This is how he wanted to live, without any connections or attachments. He didn’t even dream of having anything more. Real dreams. Sleeping dreams. Not aspirations. Hell, he didn’t even want respect. There was no talking to strangers or introductions.

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