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there you are by  leoferaco

 

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

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Enchantress.by Alex Tanner

 

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March 2024 Contest Winners!

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.

Neopoet Weekly 03/24/24 to 03/30/24 Winner!

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Agony by  David Grigorian

 

Congratulations to David Grigorian on his first contest win

The stream (all workshops)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

Warrior Of Light

I will not follow you into the heart path of hate
to be torn by the claws of the beast within.
I'd rather be beheaded
than commit this inner sin.

Though you stab me with multi layered raw emotions,
plunging down into my chest and twisting in.
better that my soul be flayed
than I rouse the beast within.

I will not let your demon take away the brightness
that quells the shadow scratching inside my skin.
Peering from my deep insides
through flesh that's paper thin.

If only, Shakespeare could hear

to err, tis human..
.how doth thou sayest
thou in absence
and
Thy, where dostith cometh from
another poeter’s version
Thou sleeepest
like in tempest...

As I return from a worldly sojourn
was absent for a week
none notestist dis
not even thou
none will misseth us at all
that I doth vow!

yearn

fault a star
heaven ridden
heart with its wear
scar turns
the burning
fire
glittering
the shadow waver
brilliant as magik

I think of you
transcribed
atop the plan
of emotion

a treasure
over lay

Strike two Trochaic pentameter

Strike two Trochaic pentameter

Workshop critique: The Bottom Line
SI-lence | SCRATCH-ing | SNOW-y | BRANCH-less | FOR-est
WIT-ness | GLOW-ing | SCREECH-ing | EYES are | GROW-ing
GUN-shot | ROARS in | DIS-tant | BAN-shee | CHOR-us
SOUNDS as | LOUD as | REAP-ers | COM-ing | GO-ing

RON
Blue Demon77

What I want to be is what I was before the knife, before the bed,
before the brooch pin and the salve fixed me in this parenthesis:
Horses fluent in the wind. A place, a time gone out of mind.

The Eye-Mote Sylvia Plath

Workshop: 

Bottom Line [Trochee]...

A way IS the PATH that YOU take FROM me
I wish THAT it WAS back THIS way YOU see
FOR if I was IN love WITH you, YOU know
I could NOT bear TO see YOU go, YOU know?

Workshop: 

The Bottom Line...

The WIND blew COLD and I shivERED niceLy
the LAND turned BROWN and WE saw TWO mice RUN
howlING gales RAN rathER fastER than ME
I COULD neVER see HOW some FOLKS have FUN

Workshop: 

Dactyl (Bottom Line Workshop)

Here is my example of a Dactylic ditty. Remember, we are writing strict meter "for the workshop only". Seldom is Dactylic or Anapest used exclusively throughout a poem. Also, this is in Pentameter. Don't feel you must write Pentameter. Trimeter or Tetrameter will suffice. These are long feet and writing in Dactylic Pentameter is a stinker.

 

Harmony, musical, Dactylic, yes it’s hard, try it out.

Don’t be afraid though not ready to risk it and trust yourself.

Why does your teacher keep whining so spite your attempts at it?

Workshop: 

TUMBLING

Tumbling
in the fast flowing stream
of life's experiences, 
ricocheting towards
the inevitable end,
 
where we join the great,
grand, soup of the sea,
watered down once again
to tiny particles, 
from whence we came, 

we live each day 
as if it were an eternity,
 
hang on to its beauty,
its magic, 
as if it were a precious gem,

where we end up, 
gems have no tangible,
visible substance, 

Forbidden

Only angels lament
with the moon rising as
days grow shorter and poems
are distant in the light. Do not
leave the word love all alone to
wither on a tree like a half-eaten
apple core.

Just whisper a tender
goodbye.

Evil

I search the mirror
To make things clearer
Then I'm faced with fears of
Emotions that ain't me
Through that my disturbia stains me
Blood soaked with the lust to loathe
Vendetta's rose
My beautiful ugly
My unusual lovely
A contradiction that haunts
To soothe my muse
A snake suffering from bad kharma
Though life is a bad charmer
I'm prideful
Blinded by hate with my words insightful
Weighted soul, balanced thoughts
Tainted goals, challenged faults

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