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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.

6 April Neopoet Weekly 03/31/24 to 04/06/24 Winner!
31 March March 2024 Contest Winners!
31 March April 2024 Contests
30 March Neopoet Weekly 03/24/24 to 03/30/24 Winner!
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Sweet Pea

Submitted by mand on Mon, 2014-09-08 09:59

There's nothing so pleasing
as sitting and easing
'neath a hazel weaved bower
covered in tendrils of sweet pea stems
that blossom with clusters of winged flower gems.

Relaxing and easing
just sitting and seizing
that touch of heavenly bliss
gorged with magenta or cyan blue
flecked with a carmine or ivory striped hue

It's nice to be seizing
that fragrant smell, teasing
my nosey perfume senses
with multi toned aroma filled shades
from rosy pastels, to violets and jades.

The life of a dead person [soliloquy]

Submitted by weirdelf on Mon, 2014-09-08 09:17

All is pain
I've tried again and again
There are people who drag me into this life
I love and resent them

If I go it will hurt them
I am not unkind
So I persevere

Narcotics give me not the nods
not the itchy scratchies
just a sense of being normal

The solution?
Death seems best
though that would hurt people

Keep trying to find a way to live
without chronic insomnia
and continual pain

I know you can't answer

Workshop: 
Storytelling in Verse: Dramatic Verse.

The birthday party ( part two edited for play Drama)

Submitted by Ian.T on Mon, 2014-09-08 04:23

Grampy lives alone and is becoming angry at the visits from his close or so called close family
Grampy has reached his limit, with most of his family.
We will follow the day through his birthday till about a week later.
This happens in many families but not with an ending quite so abrupt.
Most times you watch the old person sink into an old folks home totally alone, it is hard to be old.
Let’s pop in and listen to Grampy’s thoughts for a while..

"Grampy's Birthday"

"Opening scene" Grampy in his sitting room,

Workshop: 
Storytelling in Verse: Dramatic Verse.

p o t h a l l a

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2014-09-08 01:59

pivotal
this brush
against each other
the mirror knows our lies
a cabinet of thieves
like that finger of wind
through the vines

glitter and go
adjusting the bold
dusted black
cupping your breasts
your smooth spine
the valley of your back
how my hands
sooth the warmth
and strength
your weakness
to me exposed

we drive
the wheels
flashing
along the windows
the trees expressing
the light
like film
staggered like slashes

The Girl Who Didn't Exist: DRAMATIC VERSE WS

Submitted by lonlyhrtsclub13 on Sun, 2014-09-07 21:37

(In the early morning hours, Sasha emerges from her captor’s home/prison. This was several days after one of her alter-egos reared its ugly head and ended the immediate hell they were facing. She had spent those last few days in the house watching the body of her kidnapper rot in a mess of his own dried blood until she could take it no more. “Rescued” as an infant and held in a single locked room, with no one else around but herself and the old man who had taken her, this was her first exposure to the outside world.

Workshop: 
Storytelling in Verse: Dramatic Verse.

Season Of The Bitch

Submitted by Lonnie on Sun, 2014-09-07 17:56

Season Of The Bitch

Lethal accusations fly from twisted, feral lips
as once again the feces hits the fan
demons skulk in shadow as she places hands on hips
fearing what they cannot understand

eyes flash super-nova as the verbal maelstrom grows
searing soul and sanity with flame
estrogen erupts with words more virulent than blows
causing gods to cringe in mortal shame

Soliloquy An Unheard Voice

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Sun, 2014-09-07 17:37

A Voice Unheard Dramatic verse

I missed you, my son
so far away from home
unable to see you, touch you
don't you know I did all this
for you?

why wouldn't you talk to me
when I called?
greet me with silence?

I want to hear your voice
telling me about your day
about your school, your friends,
Grandma, everything
there's no need for us to grow apart
I love you like no other

Our Song

Submitted by Sheba on Sun, 2014-09-07 13:12

If it were in my talents to write a song

the heart of its theme would be you

you are always reminding me

abstain from the melody,

concentrate on the lyrics

they carry your feelings

it is the words you say

you are always speaking to my heart

they do more than that

they have always captured my soul

i want a language in which

only you and I ever share

A play for the Dramatic Verse Workshop

Submitted by wesley snow on Sun, 2014-09-07 12:08

What Men Hear, What Men Fear
(being an original tale of the epic poem
Ҫaҫo, Man of the Morning Star)

Cast of Characters
Lord General Amos Reid, a robust man of eighty nine
Marla, a lovely girl of twelve

(The cavernous highway deep beneath the River Lurien)

Workshop: 
Storytelling in Verse: Dramatic Verse.

A Look At Life

Submitted by alidzain on Sun, 2014-09-07 11:22

The long shadows engulfed the world
as the night arrived, accompanied
by the Lady Moon and her glittering stars.

In the silence, I looked at the fabric of my life,
moments that have shaped my identity,
a journey riddled with long and short trials
testing me until I bloomed in maturity.

I saw past follies when I was young and naive,
thinking that I could face the world on my own,
only to learn despair waiting at a corner
mocking me with his crazed laughter.

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