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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!

This week the Neopoem is

 

Agony by  David Grigorian

 

Congratulations to David Grigorian on his first contest win

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...P E R S U A D E R E ...

foliage
enchantments drip
like kisses
down the springdrenched
long ago

upturned as a sigh
the miles of spendthrift
sky

billowing with her yarns
and tales streaming
caught on the moons
sharp blade

cutting heart
killing
moon

sotto terse sonnets
the turned hip
glean of stars
like glitter dust
cool and arid

we are a thousand
miles
from touch

we are a voice
one
given
to heavens
longing

Lady Autumn

Lady Autumn

DER DE DER DE DER

Margaret Ann Waddicor.

DER DE DER DE DER
Perhaps I should concur
with other rhymes at other
times ter te ter te ter.

why I love Frost I love Frost!

why I love Frost?

I love Frost
for his simplicity of thought
how he volunteered to be different
after all we all have a choice to make
and that all the difference does it make
we cannot say yes and no
either way
one way we have to go ...

Frost in all his humbleness
never knew
some guys called Nobel
will select this one poem too

he has made his mark
so am I in the waiting lurch
which road should be taken
hope I will follow in his footsteps too
very few take a path afresh and new

Loss

Sometimes I wonder who I'd be today,
If I'd taken another road,
Or maybe sang a different tune,
Would I have changed?

But all I know is that I don't really know a thing.

Hidden Love

No1

I love you I am to your spirit drawn
You see, I cannot help it my dear
It is because you are there somewhere
I love you I am to your spirit drawn
Can you out there not understand
It is because I do
I love you I am to your spirit drawn
You see, I cannot help it my dear

A Triolet For You

For you my gardens thrive and bloom,
to send their perfumes all your way.
To weave the heaven's beauts on loom,
for you my gardens thrive and bloom.
The sunrise shines to glint the gloom,
and casts its rays on plots I lay.
For you my gardens thrive and bloom,
to send their perfumes all your way.

Nameless Fiend

I am standing at the cliff's edge
as I look out to the sea;
waves crash on a nameless shoreline
stirred up by a nameless wind.

In my spirit I am pounding,
filled with dread anticipation.
Something in the air is stirring-
portent of a nameless fiend.

I can feel her fiery breathing
and can see her charming eyes.
I am incapacitated
by the shadow of her being.

She's the mother of confusion,
the enchantress of despair;
keeper of a flock of sorrows,
goat-herd of a thousand fears.

Little Things

It's little things that make my day,
like a grandchilds big warm smile.
That makes my anger go away,
and makes everything worth while.

It's little things like great big hugs,
that means so much to me.
And life just fits together,
like a ship out on the sea.

sitting on my front porch,
watching everyone walk by.
Or watching a bald eagle,
flying high up in the sky.

Strolling through the woods,
on a real warm summer day.
Watching all the animals,
while their eating or at play.

autumns come and go

your voice beckons me now
to my backyard, in Canada
where each autumn
I compose a poem

the leaves of yore since forgotten
trampled by winds crushing speed
up into the air leaves are blown
high above the trees
where beyond ,
they could never have reached,
ere there had been no autumn…

the colours manifests on my mind’s wire
as I see myriads of them
my drooping eyes admire

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