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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

 

Congratulations to zach on such a fine poem.

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.

 

Come closer to me

You come closer to my lips
then you place your lips upon my ears
why do you love to tease
do come and kiss me
let us come closer to each one
remove our clothes for fun
then I will rest upon you
and then do whatever you want to do
okay, okay, okay

the drums beat to our tunes
sweetly we are absorbed in between
come closer to me
love me
love me
love now
you can't stay away from me
come closer darling
come closer to me
now, now, now

A Dance Unseen

The rain which fell
before dawn broke
made music on the ground
to which my hopes, unseen,
danced a reassuring dance.

But I was blind
with troubled dreams,
awake but not awake
and most certainly mad,

so I sat on a little rock,
and made a song
to defy all things that
lived and laughed and loved,
because I did not.

And what did heaven send
to soothe my restless spirit?

No Tears for My Old Man

I'll cry for all the fathers on earth
but I won't cry for mine,
they may have been all saints or sinners
but they didn't hold me in their strong arms.

They didn't feed me,
send me to sleep or play me
with a ball and bat
but most of all
they didn't have me around - to get in their thinning hair.

They didn't absorb my resentful jibes
because they couldn't catch
or endure the scornful laughter
I gave when he was out of puff at ball.

ovaluations

tepid beneath the mingle stars
the dragons breath turns wild
the ovid eye winds across
the dare
the open glitter fair

and you slit letter sealed
lay broken
tongue moist silence
colder then the cup
these ice days
rising like the harsh
haze

scales on the souls
of the dead
beneath the furnace
block steameries
furnace fires smiling
behind ovens gates

The Fox

You appeared and sat on the sand dune
I was transfixed for so briefly, on that breathless summer's day
A solitary figure, your fur the color of bronzed fire
Your eyes gold with such ancient intelligence
Your wild beauty reviled by so many
A feral creature of mass extermination
Suddenly there was only swaying grasses and you where gone.

Exeunt, On A Whim

The last I heard were fading steps,
were muffled sniffs and sobs,
the happy jingle of some keys,
the turning of a knob;
And soon as in a bad romance
you took leave from the dance.

I never saw you when you came;
a shadow in the night,
I took no notice when you left
before the earliest light,
Like rain that falls without a sound
to gently kiss the ground.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas
Geremia and Esker as also ...Ian and Stan
are pillars of modern poetry....

I have observed over the past over three years
that I have been here,

some self styled stalwarts
love to drive women out

I have held many hands
but women are more sensitive than men
so take care

I am sure even Shakespeare would have been bitten
had he been here
now than then

The Heart Of Wales

In the south of Wales, now don’t forget,
December to February
Is normally wet.

Dryslwyn castle is whispered with snow,
while the serpentine Towy
meanders below.

Where once there rode the marauding horde
of Rhys son of Maredudd
and his bloody sword.

‘tween March and May the sun comes out,
and the waters are teeming
with salmon and trout.

Paxton’s folly, stands silent and still;
its magnificent stature
atop a high hill.

An Awnings Worth Of...

An Awnings Worth of…

Spit out some lies from an executive
mouth what other use does it have,
you rolled the slave’s dice found six
when there were only two to be had.
Didn’t dare greet it with terse
engorgement.

Run now back to the athematic
temple, find the new guitar stringed,
inhale heartily your funny cigarette,
love her and at last find comfort.
The Yukon river still has time to
run it’s course, attributing a strange
cleanliness of our class to someone
less than you on moral stature.

SLAUGHTER

SLAUGHTER

Slowly they slither
surrepticiously
from dark hidden places
when suddenly they strike
tongue needle sharp
deep
deep into the heart
to the death of all Beauty

UNA MATANZA
piano piano scivolano
da luoghi nascosti nel buio
quando all' impproviso
colpiscono
con lingua tagliente
profondo
profondo nel cuore
per la morte
di tutta Belleza

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