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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.

 

The Itinerant Mr Ferntree

I park round at the tradesman’s entrance
yet there is no gilded trader here

in perception, I am the service worker
industrious, necessary, in and out the way,
ephemeral if you will

job done and gone, a small burnt on memory then,
no more
I left you to the assembled glory of one

who gave you some function in utility,
yet you won’t remember me:
this small sphere of influence, just moves on

Shed or shred

All Neopoets
join me to say

shred or shed your negativity away
compose some beautiful poetry to day

we all will
and
must
as have to
will pass away
one day

so while living
why sad should we stay
lets be happy
and
like yesterday be gay ,
if not like that
your country promotes today

Have a
Happy tone
from today
our way!

A Ghost In The Host (Horror Workshop)

It all has started in the room
of a newly wed bride and her groom,
a lamia has showed at an awful night,
a bad timing and the worst site.

Much fury stirred up and messed the place
to carve much grief on everyone's face;
the bodies, ripped off, blown the air
the blood has sullied everywhere
it tarnished the quiet younger dreams
with endless mourns and awful screams.

The cops _though searched_ no clue they'd find
the vampire has left no grounds behind.

TinderTrap

that lust was dry and consuming
like the wicked wind that stirred the
tins at night on the street
the Lamps cold light in the haze
An orange moon flattened like
the corpuscle slides
the slickness needed
sealed into the bottle beneath
the metal cap
Wallpapers lonely flowers shone
in the damp light seeping
down the wall with gusts
the ghost of a curtain dancing
uncertain

wicked wants
like treats sugared
and bitter breath
come fall
like camphor
linaments
tar soap

Oikotropic

Hummingbird,

Reflecting shattered
strains of
stained glass light,
invoking the laws of physics...

You,

Threaded a muted conversation
through soup can telephones
into this delusional bubble
within the Novocaine fog.

Unexpected disruption
in my comfortable illusion,
grating vibration buzzing in...

Inadvertently excavating
that secret chamber,
pressure sealed,

Only to find there are no treasures inside.....

THIRTEEN

the links
upon the sprocket whirl
agog with the heady
crush happy girl
headlong
with a speedo spun
a crazy turn
and your daddies gun
you make them all
on your run

Turn and Burn

Beneath a ripe sun
golden hazed
the west coast
seashore
you have made
from midwest
corn belt
thunderous skies
down lengths
of smooth and
angled thighs

Riding out
dangerous
riot and wild
Riding out
headlong
unbroken
and tried

Back To School July Contest

Back to school excitement
Memories from long ago
Spring flowers sprouting.

Roaring school busses
At the crack of dawn
In expectation first day of school.

Everybody's wearing new clothes
Adorning new sneakers
Chatter filling the hallways.

Many hating to return
Others joyous to be back
Old friends new friends happy greeting.

For Paul And Andrew

They don't post much
as they are much
Too much.

Altruism is the highest form of giving behaviour
They don't post on Neopoet much
as what they do is give, give, give.

They don't give much feedback
as they they know
that all will blow smoke up their asses

Paul doesn't give feedback especially
as his words will be given,
despite the best intentions of our objectivity,
a royal piss in the pocket.

Their humility and generosity
is the highest form of giving

Lennon Jesus, Or Warhol

Lennon Jesus Or Warhol….

Crabs run to the side we know
hard to catch their slimy shells.
While sheiks have halved the flow,
from their cities built on wells.

An oases for the few, even though,
they need us bred, us worker Ants.
Daily the oil demand seems to grow,
creating poison in our plotted plants.

We suck from the breast of mother earth,
creating new nipples as we command.
Now this is how we measure our worth,
when choosing heroes just like a brand.

all for love

She yearns for L O V E

Your first love....
As you say
has gone away....
left you loving astray.....

recalling on hay!
have another one from today...
so many loves in this poem...
read by so many
just ...do away

love is sweet
when you say
love me just once

but love be true o boy
what a lovely joy

what will I ever do without you?
You alone are my life long beau

My sweetest heart
''I love you...'''

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