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

This week the Neopoem is

 

2:23am by zach

 

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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.

 

Terror For The Terrorists...

Moving softly through the night
Whisper quiet in the sand
Eyes seeing in half-light
Bowie in his hand

A gurgle and a sigh
Killer holds him tight
There is a reason why
Killer's here tonight

Silence meets an others' ear
When he asks “Who's there?”
He looks around in abject fear
Not knowing when or where

Wide open eyes and shaking hands
Crawling skin that's dripping sweat
Death is coming through the sands
This one's pants are pissing wet

SCOUT LIGHTENING

SCOUT LIGHTENING

A memory suddenly appears
like bolts of lightening
before a summer storm
striking the heart
with regret and tears.

joyful recollections from far away
torture wounded hearts
bleeding still
with thoughts of yesterday

deemedscapez

awake in the night
the voices real
fading
the heart rush
from the fall
a nocturn moment
full of its characters
and people
the parking lot
steeple
lit up like a needle
or purity
silver tipped
to rid the heart
of infection of
evil
...

PURPLE AND PINK --updated iN MEMORIAM

PURPLE AND PINK --updated

Pink and purple and poodle skirts
black flats and nylons shear
like feathers light flowing in the breeze
they walked together with the wind;
hair of sunset and fields of wheat
shining brightly in summer heat
laughing whispers fading in the air
My heart sorrows each and every day
like feathers in the breeze
they floated away

Hobie (double ballade workshop)

I found a new and gentle joy
by accident one winter’s day
I saw a man on his new toy
so silent, pedalling away
oh dare I ask? I should, I say..
so what is that? I’d like to know
it looks such fun I want to play
so pedal, paddle, off I go.

A man, a maid, a girl or boy
can drift and dream of life today
this swish of oars, a cunning ploy
so silent, pedalling away
I disappear across the bay
around the bend where lilies grow
and shady spots with banks of clay
so pedal, paddle, off I go

the golden poets

i don't know syllables... as busy as I am

ancient poets had to pass time,
no radio
no tv
no cinema
now Ipod and tripod what not
but one fact still does remain

When fear takes form.

Your ghost haunts me
while the night cradles my hair,
I drift on a moonbeam afar
and this brief history in time

---

The Sun threatens appearance
clinging to this darkness
I find peace on earth
to be evermore near now,
but the world trembles
as I soak in the silence.

fragments of shrapnel

Jaundiced eyes
reflect the fire,
the lick of a flame
illuminates hate

---

weathered hands
kneed the grief
of attacking visages,
silently wailing
recklessly hating
unbelievers epiphanies
lie in vengeance

---

broken cities
shattered bones
exploded innocence, 
turning faith
into fanaticism

---

Dogs scamper
wafted on the scent,
BOOM one expires
feed for a pack,
brains clear reason
failed sacriments
the seal breaks

---

HEEDLESS HILLS

Cold stars blaze within the predawn sky
as I exit from my faded ride
and watch my clouded breath drift by
here at a far forlorn roadside.
I try to ignore aching knees.

Two score of years since I was here,
back then a clear cut set in pines.
Gone, the forest I'd held dear,
hardwoods, some draped with muscadines.
Their perfume tinted autumn's breeze.

H A S T E N E R

U are the Hook
and I am the Eye
a Hurricane of cylance
sinilisten
to the precious
pressure
in its gauge
needle aiming
like a black chipped
nail
slim hand
on the cock
of delicious deliverance
a mouth of steam
rush
flush fluid exhalations
like wicked prayers
in a brimstone bag
wound to bound
meaning
like ballast
in a helium night
of moon and jagged stars
the break in cars

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