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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

 

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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

 

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The stream (all workshops)

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

 

Superficial... L O V E

Superficial love

Admiration
verbose compliments
all seeking attention
only for the main purpose
indirect approach
to the lower regions
of self desired gratification

perhaps you may fall into their trap
and
then they say
we all do praise,
for you as you help us make do
what ?
is just up to your imagination
what can happen in the blindness
sheer cover of darkness
and ignorance

Titles Workshop

I lay awake a night of squalling rain
and list for that I heard once long ago,
of pipe and string that plied a mournful strain,
an Elfish song of sorrow, sage and slow.

‘Twas heard by me the first when but a child,
a song of ruthe amidst a nameless storm.
Though lyricless it spoke of faith defiled
and false respect that took a heinous form.

Midnight Mission

The bathroom quest in the wee hours
not to be taken lightly.
No lights please!
An attempt to preserve what’s
left of my retinas.

I feel my way out of bed and along the walls to
that porcelain oasis in the night.
Then "Eureka" and a sigh of relief.
Mission accomplished!

Dry feet an indication of accuracy within
a qualifying standard.
But daylight inspection will be
the better judge of marksmanship.
And now to retrace those careful
steps to that waiting bed

Goose Quill (For Titles WS)

When quills are dipped in vessels and veins,
when ink is but a shade of red,
then all they'd spell are woes and pains,
and stories of less happy ends.

Where all we tread is out of lamps,
and quills are dipped in vessels and veins,
then how to feet happy iambs,
the lands we live are all insane.

When all the words just yell in vain
in lands that turn to battle fields,
and quills are dipped in vessels and veins,
can the words be then a real shield?

state sanctioned murder

they face you, eyes un-swaddled
- men outstretched on crosses
chained to icons of mercy
though mercy denied

through the stillness of darkness
a strong calm voice rings out
Amazing Grace softly begun
taken up one by one, until
eight voices sing in unison

a rattling cacophony of fire
as you blindly follow
the order of the lowered sword

eight hearts pierced
eight souls fall

and in an unquiet silence
I am left to ponder
how do you feel
you men behind the guns?

Paint me red

Paint me red

I paint a light
when tis darkness and others can't see
Fluorescence paint is needed for me
to ensure they can see
my silhouette
out in the darkness
a vision of the only one
of a kind of me

your own take friend
that's me.....
now there is no more glee
no light for me
this is what I in your poetry see
won’t call it blasphemy
as distance alone
lends beauty to a scene

we have once good friends been...
haven’t we?

Reach

Reach
for the dream
to achieve
the prestigious medal
of the triumphant,

the world's acknowedgement
of being a champion,
recorded in history,

a moment to be proud of
by warriors of the arena,
representing their countries
with courage to strive
beyond their limits
to be the best
that they can be

Redemption Road

Leaves of my soul
flutter in the fall,
lay offering, but
detached in time

absolute as another
breathtaking vision,
assaults my senses
to thieve breath

The offering Plate of life
Is passed at the end,
now naked I confess
I am bankrupt of hope

The shade of tomorrow
Fades into the distance,
mercy holds empty hands
Bereft of miracles, sigh

forever in awe of compassion
it touches ever more gently,
capturing a piece of beauty
for the heart of my mind

The Longing

Streaming eyes
dampening the spirit
a thread bare winter coat
fighting chills
rushing through denuded limbs
autumn wrought upon
that Summer Eve

Will spring bring back
the goosebumps
before the flurry like kisses
my lips keep
disappear in the greens
like dreams

Or will the spring return
with lavender and roses
sparkling with dew drops
my eyes seek
while summer in my bosom
keeps your warmth
like orchids

lovedly returns from the jungles of wilderness

lovedly returns
from the jungles \
of
wilderness

THANKS
I AM STILL ALIVE
HAVE YOU ALL FORGOTTEN ME?
SO EARLY??
YES NOW TIS ME .
POET ANONY
LOVED
and
Lovedly

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