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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.

 

 

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.

 

Phantom Skyclad

a spell on my intention
is a mother of invention
and I now believe the nymphs along the way

while this magic mathematician
wields the slight of her ambition
and my hand is waving on the child's play

the strummer of the lute
and the harlequin's new flute
are serenading that these rules are just a phase

her kind and open heart
says just because we’re worlds apart
it doesn't mean connections won't be made

GLINTZnGLIMMER

epoch the boney trail
through smoulder rising
streaks
black rails

the honey happiness
shattered standing
spring awaits
calls to those last planning

a crew is gathered
the rebels scattered
the ragged soil of
their kit tattered
The preacher in
his black and cross
annoints the kneeling
captured lost

in the veil of clouds
translucent rays
shine as a sign
of the truthes
the brave
shine off his
worn weapon
for the souls he's
about too save

renewed at daybreak

Once prismatic brilliance;
brilliant only through borrowed light.

Alone again in darkness, gleaming;
glum, instant companion of a night -

blind to grief and deaf to joy,
save by pristine thought on lone-ward height.

Ever calling, feline caterwauling;
In the distance horizon burning bright.

That sparkle in the eye is rekindled; 
Fully renewed at the break of day.

Reflection on the last Six Months

Last night I saw you stir,
you were half asleep as I was,
listless because life's
a dreary affair, what thoughts
you have of me I do not know,
but the flowers weep no more,

It was your hand that made the sign
and I looked the other way,
old dreams must die someday,
I sighed but still
I listened to the warm words
rise like smoke from your lips,
dead muse that walks again,

a realisation

people ask if I meditate still
as I did when my son was first missed
in hours of yoga each morning and evening
seeking answers, assuaged in still bliss

how to reply is a tad difficult
for I spend, I think, more time a day
but in seconds only, in quiet small fragments
never wandering too far away

because, in those epochs of pure golden light
that cleansed me waxed-white with its wisdom
I understood things not especially secret
but simple stuff I had forgotten

shards of broken glass

if all you tear
from age-old skin
is a shard
of broken glass

then how
will bravery
flow, through
tired brows

my dear
look me in the eye
and profess
i am not crying

for crying
is for the meek

and do not sing
as dawn cracks
heavy

for i raised you better
than to be a fool
frolicking in the grass

A Poem

not as much the words
but sound, mood, theme resonate
their poetic thought

Qartern from Barabara for Loved

I like this

This was eloquently written
Rhymes well in my poetic ear
Not knowing what a Quatern is
Neither I before Stan's contest.

A desire, a want and hope
This was eloquently written
Like lantern with darkness, elope
From within, your desire glow.

I'd love to come alongside you
To glow in this poetic art
This was eloquently written
No, it is not wrong to think so.

DAYDREAMERS

Watching the waves come ashore
crashing into the beach as they roar
then retreating with a murmur and hiss
like the breaking of a passionate kiss.

I close my eyes and inhale ocean's brine
off of the steady seaward blowing wind
which entwines me like a soft creeping vine
or the smell of an exotic perfume's blend.

In response to the surf's rumbling bass
white wheeling gulls cry in the clear sky
above tiny plovers mincing daintily by
and pelicans gliding past in a brace.

Time For A New Vehicle

It's time for a new vehicle
Click, click, bang, bang it's a clunker
The struts and ball bearings clicking
It's a nightmare driving this car.

Not knowing when I'll be stranded
It's time for a new vehicle
Never trust family mechanics
They just might take you for granted.

Finally have deed and title
Five years of payments, paid in full
It's time for a new vehicle
My Aveo is a clunker.

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