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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.

 

 

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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

 

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The stream (all workshops)

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

 

a great regret

There's a yearning Darling
my eyes reflect blue flames
burning with the fires of regret,
thoughts fly to foreign soil
watching steps fall upon it
divorced from my land,
they once mirrored mine

Like Alice in Wonderland
slipping into another realm
the first discovery, felt joy
but a great expectation was
disillusioned in desires hands
introduced to disappointment
I greeted it again, with despair

amant negligente

coronete
helio dogs in stratus shine
guard your wingtip
edge folded
Books of promises
Unkempt
weeping petals
from the stems
these marble
shrines
our playplace
written secrets
with wax pens
...

Germinonics

Your creation of pain
and
finding a relief,
no,
not in medicine
but emotional poetry
since ages
is complimentary....

as

death is just an inevitable phase
but when will it come?
its like going about a maze!

as some here have been these few years
but your poetry,
to eyes brings tears

Poet we join you in your
medically deteriorating condition
but adore you in your poetic rendition
which needless to say is exceptional

Hope Greater poets are listening!

chasing forever

Here at the end of all things
humbled in the gods sight,
morning creeps over Azimuth
eternities of black vanish

A Dreamweavers heart,
muniments a galaxy of memory

Looking back knowing,
glories of stars
are now bereft
of times eternal gaze

Wondering hands stretched,
defeated fingertips weep

Like a Mockingjay in the rain
mimicking storms of torture,
moans reverberate empty rooms
whispering lips weary of prayer

Stillness falls on the mouth of hope,
peace rests gently on the tongue

Minimosity

Momentary bliss
of grace and humility
sparkled in dew drop

no mortal expectation
benevolent expression

within the shock of sudden loss

frozen slivers pierce your mind
a void appears, suspended time

reality can truly bend and twist

silence drops, a great abyss
as somewhere, far away, there slams a door
for he who was and breathed, now is no more

potential pathways forever sealed
and what remains are fragments left by dreams

in this, the place of hard knock revelation
where sudden loss will tattoo lasting scars
know grief's a journey, not a destination
and mountains, sometime, roll on into stars.
.

Zephyr

arrow shirt
the dungeon boiler sun
through slatted shadows
haunt
runs ruinous angles
The chevron pack of
filtered butts
tucked tidy

Tennyson (Meet the Masters WS)

original

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?
Ask me no more.

Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
I love not hollowed cheek or faded eye:
Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die!
Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;
Ask me no more.

Workshop: 

Confession

Confession

Blood is falling once again
as tears of sacrificial rain
to heal the souls of those insane
and sing them into sleep

narrow is the path they walk
few can comprehend their talk
fewer still are those who mock
the covenants they keep

parachutes

spouse to dinner in a moonlight
earths playground in the sky
lonely planets of wind, and fire oasis
in slow waves stroboscope , sorcerers sorbet
a polished steward stillborn and quadriplegic
clamorous for earths harmony, stiffnecked
for procreation, slavish that a dog reprimand rigor

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