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Early Spring Image Prompt contest Winner!

The winning poem of the

Early Spring Image Prompt contest is

 The Visitor by  Mary Beth Magee

Congratulations to Mary Beth Magee on such a fine poem.

Neopoet Weekly 03/17/24 to 03/23/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

2:23am by zach

 

Congratulations to zach on such a fine poem.

Early Spring Image Prompt Contest Vote

Early Spring Image Contest Vote

 

Please read the two finalist poems below and click on the vote here link to vote on your favorite poem. Voting ends March 29th 2024.

 

 

The Visitor

By: Mary Beth Magee

You visit for a moment,

Accept a breath of hospitality,

Then dash away again.

You share your company briefly.

 

But in that time, oh,

The magic you bring.

From tiny eggs to instars

To gloriously patterned wing.

 

I watched you hatch and crawl,

Grow, shed and wriggle.

You change your dress. Your

New look makes me giggle.

 

You give me joy and delight

With your aerial ballet.

My royal friend, magician,

Harlequin at play,

 

Dear monarch, share your gift

Of grand, exuberant joy

With all. Give us eyes to

See, and feelings to employ.

 

You set an example

Of living in the moment.

Let us live so our days

Are likewise spent.

 

Dash on, my friend,

Your destiny calls.

Send your children my way

When the milkweed grows tall.

 

Spring Comes

By: Candlewitch

 

Fields of springy clover

beneath my barefoot toes,

dance-happy feet kick up

a delight everyone knows!

 

Green, green all around,

a heart full of joys untold

rolling over and over in

nature's paradise hold!

 

In gardens of my growing hopes

tulips, buttercups and crocus

flourish healthily blossoming,

as Spring comes into focus.

 

 

Vote Here

Neopoet Weekly 03/010/24 to 03/16/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Dancing In The Dark  by  William Lynn

Congratulations to William Lynn on such a fine poem.

Neopoet Weekly 03/03/24 to 03/09/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

THE LAST RING by  Jokerface82

 

Congratulations to Jokerface82 on such a fine poem.

The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

Scars (indirect imagery)

Red furrows plowed into the pale clay
Grow into mounds of silver stones.

The Hunk

A gentleman is just a wimp,
and character is boring;
while sensitivity is limp,
as is the poet’s poring.

Give me a man who loves himself,
and his designer outfits;
who will dissipate my wealth,
on ineffectual gadgets.

A man determined to be free,
who treats me like a whore;
clearly does not care for me,
and I’ll come back for more.

Imagery Stanza

Centuries worn into bleak landscape
ancient markings roughly hewn,
the cutting stone
still holds a deathly charm.

you said

you said;
don't fall in love
with me.
but for that
it is too late
for i have
fallen
down
down
down
into the deep
ocean of your
blue eyes.
and how your
smile ignites
the fire at
the pit of
my stomach.
giving me
warmth
to stay alive.

A Broken Heart / Imagery workshop (ex. 3)

The pitiful broken stone rolled down silently,
this same, once was a real rock.
Now he'd let some hot showers free,
to tell volumes of grief untold.

I wanted you to say I want you too

I want you to say
I wanted you too

Your words are astounding
fully of glory
women create
not only for themselves
but for others also
a sad story
they just try
to make life gory

just because someone may have
destroyed their youth
now towards others
they'd love to remain uncouth

Sad is the moment
when some one
who you love betrays
either knowingly or accidentally

I want you to say
I forgive you
instead of
may you equally suffer too

SCALED NIRVANA

Anger roils within my head
as I bolt from work
slamming my old pick up's door
and screeching from the parking lot.

Everyone it seems today
did their best to make life hard
for this balding southern man.

Damn! that Toyota cut me off!
So I send a finger on his way
through traffic creeping like a slug.
Suitable end for this crap day.

At last I make it out of town.
Cars speed up and separate
making me ease up on my frown.
Turning my thought to a small stream.

Silver ( an image poem)

Silver cars silver flowers
Silver wires silver teeth
Silver moon crescent coinage
Silver ice on winter branch
Stainless highway silver spoon
Razor Blades silver dream
Faucet and one silver drop
Silver wheels silently
Glide my silver nerves
Silver are my stars
The skyline which obsesses us
With silver
The veins of earth
Which taught us the knife

S E E U S O O N

Never
Again
Will I see you
Except
For
In my vague dreams

Beasts of burden

Now that the house finally surrenders,
To the silent terms of my arms
My divided time now remembers
How that age once burned

Time interred by the slow procession of beasts,
Burdened by image made, for minds that retreat
Back into that slackened time, where
Nothing is required,
Nothing inspired
Just to be-
And not to have presence of any kind

I know that you think like me,
Our minds are full of blackbirds,
Wind gusts, lost bees, blown twigs
Off course by the night tides
In the particle sea.

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