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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

 

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The stream (all workshops)

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

 

Flipping Papers

When they flipped those papers
I just broke down
It was all going away, all the pain of yesterday
I laughed hysterically at my own lies
As I felt myself come undone from their ties

Blinding darkness dimmed against the light
Freedom! I’ve come back again
Smiling is no longer fake
Living no longer a chore
All those silly days and all their silly ways
Is a distant memory now
Like something my brain won’t allow

e n t r e . . .n o u s

light down the hall
auspicious
and the dreams of
nerves
speeding
in the vein

sunlight along the
hearts pulse
like the current of
wind raising sand
to a vision kept
burning
the brilliant torch

the soul is a photo
scratched behind
broken glass
the rain has drenched
its kiss through years
stained like swollen
passion
held damp in warm hands

a bite sharp and bitter
from the shards
sharp as the worn familiar
hand of cards

All I see is Red

I listen to the radio
And all I hear is hate
I turn on my TV set
And I hear there's no debate

Well I can feel the change wind
Blowing on my head
I look to the red, white, and blue
But all I see is red

Take away the weapons
For the actions of a few
While babies are being murdered
Does it make sense to you?

I'm just an old country boy
Who grew up with country pride
And all the damned injustice
I just can't abide

Caught

Having discovered you,
beside him,
no,not even a her,
frozen,
arms entwined,
caught as only lovers can be caught
The air whispering intimacy,
horror
the experience of
the one who caught you

You did not deny it.
You just said "you wouldn't mind would you?"
Unknowing of the pain caused by your ignorance
Hoping you could lead life
doubling up me with him,
or was it him with me?

Which came first?
or did neither?

OPTION

How I got here
doesn't matter
no one cares

A guy who loves
the open spaces
....one stupid mistake........
now forty years
and I'm forty two
in essence

Life

In this concrete room
.no trees
..no grass
...no breeze
one step up
while no one watches
and memory
drifts to
.....forests
(fit "necktie" snuggly)

Life in here
unacceptable
Just as I step off
I pray
for strong knots............

The Child Is Father Of The Man

The wistful gaze of the child
thoughts so pure, actions mild
untainted by life’s cruelty
lost in innocent revelry

I admire their guileless devotion
motivated by simple emotion
a generous hug, a cheek kiss
every day they fill me with bliss

I wish I could see through their eyes
no hatred filled thoughts, no guise
sadness has not yet blotted their heart
honour, integrity still intact

LOST BLUE

The blue has seeped away now, no reds or greens to see,
the day has turned to winter's darkened grey,
the fitful gusts are those of northern winds,
the flakes, they fall just one by one apart,
the art of poetry cannot declaim their presence in the park,
each landing on the rivers edge, the stream
where dissipating they remain a dreamed reality
only a substance we assume is there its white totality,
where life of fish and frogs are hidden, never seen.

I need sweets

help!!
i'm running out of sugar
yeah,
the one that makes life taste better
the color!!
it doesn't really matter
it could be white or brown
or of lavender

anything that'd sweeten my days
when they taste bitter and sour.

What a wondrous godforsaken hellish
cold place, to get committable…

Precious pieces in patterns perfect,
that’s how they made the tree of Yew.
Then wooden seating for sitting silent,
please if you dare, sit down, take a pew.

I have no truck with god or religion,
but that don’t mean I’m morally bad.
Can’t see the point, I think it’s a con
to worship a leader in a draughty pad. Fad.

Devotion

We have to rebirth,
the soul of this planet
praying it be cleansed
and gentled evermore,
but as nails keep piercing
hands reach to smooth
her scared shroud

It has to be worshipped
like the apostle to the apostles,
but with a feast of celebration
everyday, dressed in her finest,
she must be read and chronicled
by scribes across the ages

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