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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

 

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.

 

Rivers of the Mind

The rivers of my mind washed thoughts away,
scouring new realms to drive beauty to the fore.
There banks gave way to expose more history,
layer on layer, years of knowledge unravelled

Listen if you will there is a song being sung,
old songs of wayward peoples that walked.
Banks gave way showing people things,
broken dishes, and cups, just life hidden there.

i n d e l i b e r a l

portion
lick
dressed
glitter
glisten

darkness like a pocket
of night
breathed
drenched

the kiss

The Cat

I am the cat,
lying on the rug,
enjoying the caress
of the hands of poetry
smiling as I purred softly
" Love me more, my Sweet."

Only God knows.......ed

We all live in a wilderness of time
none knows
what can happen
the next moment...

Perhaps a tsunami,
a nuclear explosion
or
the arctic melting overnight
and
the seas washing away all shores
submerging all land,

all is in the unknown hand
I call nature
you may call
God
man

and

yes
woman…..

infinitesimal beauty

The veil is rising

Easing off
my fear strained face,
it catches
on crystalized tears,
pulling away
I bathe in liberty

The first airless void
stills all movement,
abandon was never
nameless, faceless

No longer condemned
sliding towards the light,
I take in my first breath
free of regret and torment

In the ensuing minutes
infinitesimal beauty
takes my breath again
as I exhale my first sigh...

brutal fatality

a post date death
dearth dirt detriment
tenement blue noose
bow/tie umbilical
fetched are his siblings
seedlings symposium
trapezium drape museum

brute dawdling duck
of spiders webs
deities cranium water
blood life taken forms water
penguin of sanguine
horse hunch
two breast now
friends of foe
fiends frond for

I Walked the Palisade with Her Lost Smile

I can breathe and see the stars as they hum
the vibrations of freedom just inches
from my soul though forever from my touch
as the cool air of the evening loiters
through the soft pages of my memories
and the sounds of the night doppler into
a sharpening focus; until I think,
"This is going to be painful; briefly."

I, Plotter

I watch the the drear damp din
across the window cill
The weather is gunship grey

An English cliche

As my breath makes mean 'o's
on the pane
I plot
and
seethe with overwhelming
spleen

I resolve to make a plan
plain enough with
pain enough
to punish

I'm buoyed by brevity
audacity in action
he never would have
thought me brave
gumption

A Blind Heart's Truth

A heart laden with hatred
can see nothing even in the brightest of light
for prejudice is darker than the moonless night

Paperdoll

I waited as
she ran across walls
of separation,
watching both sides pull
and tear at skirts
made of paper flowers

each wanting a piece
just a smidgen

with her back against a wall
of cardboard parquetry,
ever watching for usurpers
an entrusting look
passed behind her eyes,
but gave away
to the spark of fear
that followed

Paranoia?
or just a good old fashioned
gut feeling …

~~~~~

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