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Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/14/24 to 04/20/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-20 14:53

This week the Neopoem is

 

Poetic Creations by Mark

 

Let us congratulate Mark on his latest contest win.

Neopoet Weekly Contest Winer 04/07/24 to 04/13/24

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-13 21:46

This week the Neopoem is

 

there you are by  leoferaco

 

Let us congratulate leoferaco on his latest achievement.

Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-04-06 22:02

This week the Neopoem is

 

Enchantress.by Alex Tanner

 

Let us congratulate Alex Tanner on his latest achievement.

March 2024 Contest Winners!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-03-31 21:16

Congratulations to our contest Winners 

 

Mother Nature  contest  was won by Lavender with the poem To My Monarch and Her Milkweed

03/24 New Member Contest was won by lostLA with the poem insights of a orphan

03/24 I Was Bullied was won by Candlewitch with the poem Ramming Speed!

03/24: What My Best Friend Gave Me was won by  Mark with the poem What My Best Friend Gave Me

03/24 Looking At The Stars was won by Alaethia D with the poem Dear Heart, One More Time

03/24 My Favorite Pet was won by  Alex Tanner withy the poem My Pal Jet.

13 April Neopoet Weekly Contest Winer 04/07/24 to 04/13/24
6 April Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!
31 March March 2024 Contest Winners!
31 March April 2024 Contests
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The stream (all workshops)

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Slayer

Submitted by Lonnie on Tue, 2015-05-05 09:32

Slayer

Blood is dark by pale moonlight
and pours without control
like sacrificial rain of night
draining from a soul

air is heavy, foul with death,
aching for a breeze
silence hangs like dragon breath
corrupted by disease

foreheads

Submitted by emeka ozurumba on Tue, 2015-05-05 07:33

give it for the kiss of a rose,
does it stain the lips of red-
early-birds basks in open sunshine,
people and places, spaces waited to be filled
and a man of which flax retiree's adjourn;
the basic journey is doomed by yesterday:
the biggest jackpot is cut trees.Garnerer

REALIZATIONS of AGE (final title for title shop)

Submitted by scribbler on Mon, 2015-05-04 10:57

Too many days I've spent beyond
the hills and hollows close to home
wearing thin familial bond
every time I chose to roam.

And, yes, I have seen many things
which are seldom seen elsewhere.
I've heard when winter's silence rings,
watched bucks rut without a care.

Once in November I saw a play.
A mother bob cat teaching young to hunt
just after frosty break of day
(their "prey" was aware of their stunt)

Workshop: 
TITLES here we go

mary magdalene

Submitted by emeka ozurumba on Mon, 2015-05-04 07:39

at his tomb,there was ointment of savour, beryl's
at his feet, stencils, another babe at tears from the loss
in memorial for a passage of three days

on blooming hills, has the mariner seen Poseidon
the erasure of time dumbfounded , Greece
and his confidant, that wrests the heart , free from captive
hearts into the sea, from a thrift
the winds are poor to the anchor scrambled
dark, cut across the pages of gateway

The Reward of Rancor (TITLE WS final edit)

Submitted by alidzain on Mon, 2015-05-04 00:49

Lying on my bed,
the silence
is too loud,
ringing
in my head

Anger fades
out of sight
but in my heart
a stubborn pride
resides

Rising restlessness
my mind aches
from solace denied
by the sting of
malice

My soul is
a cracked mirror,
a distorted
self reflection
of self-loathing ,
blooming in colour

Workshop: 
TITLES here we go

Scattler

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2015-05-03 10:10

shit run
but it wasnt my way
You kick my chair with
your steady feet
while the world banks
away full of yards
with smokey old memories
lurking cars

Gleam your peepers like
a vengeful cat
eating ice cream

I wait till your tail stops
thumping on the floor
I know the claws retracted
you keep hidden

Im your mouse you feel
but I will eat you whole
one day

Smile the dare emerges
in wild eyed rush
we keep love
in a box

scandals rag
on a roll

...

Nostalgic clap, clap dance

Submitted by lovedly on Sun, 2015-05-03 05:46

Nostalgic clap, clap dance

What a lovely dance you portray
nostalgia overcame me reading this
as I once held her close and tight
right in the middle of the floor
all glared with open wild and wide eyes
as they saw,
I pulled her in and tickled her here and there
unmindful of the others glare
they all did smile and stare
then clapped as I kissed her then and there

Only on Loan ( titles WS)

Submitted by judyanne on Sun, 2015-05-03 02:59

My fingertips explore soft, silky strands
that loop in auburn curls, all tinged with gold,
and tangle, oh so gently, in my hands,
as if they never want let go their hold.

I stare in pure, adoring, dumb devotion,
believing, truly, heaven here has come,
while sinking into double depths of ocean
that seem to say, 'I'll never leave you Mum.'

Workshop: 
TITLES here we go

alive hectare

Submitted by emeka ozurumba on Sat, 2015-05-02 08:20

serve on the dishes for table nine,
they wish ham in the advent of harm
charm swipes, beloved, to cater daily needs
and this Chinese man sushi alive
imperatives of table ten too, served
doorposts in the white haired convene,
brunette and blonde, the skin of waters;
suffering means nothing if suffering does not feel
butlers bring the kingcup, eye liners, ocean liners

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