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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.

 

 

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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.

 

Pure

Lips that slake the outside thirst
for clear water
leave crimson petals on the glass,
mocking the mask that belies innocence.
.
Rest eludes the racing mind
surrounded by shouts of soul
and eternal fires, yet
sleep would bring another hell.
~
There is no escape
for this unworthy lamb
rejected by the good god
unworthy of a fairytale redemption.
~
She would rather walk alone
than listen to the mocking bleat
bounce pitiful from pew to pulpit,
forever and ever, amen.
~

miracles

they say there hasn’t been a miracle
since heaven up above knows only when
and things we used to see as spiritual
have somehow moved off way beyond our ken

a long time’s passed since angels, happily
delivered news of wondrous, new instruction
we hurtle on, towards calamity
to thirst, disease and weapons of destruction

a baby born a year ago this spring
today has proven there’s phenomenon
she stands and staggers, totters, then she’s walking
and so the human race continues on

The Loving

The Loving

How you may cry,
did this world
that has enclosed me.
For long days,
become so real.

That you would turn
from those days
Those days
when the sun felt warm
as it played with your skin.

Making each gentle caress
of the breeze
a multitude of sins
Did you lose sight
of the real you
then only see your wishes

What if they can see,
those things in their minds
Then you are not
what they are looking for,
because they are blind

ABOUT INCANTATIONS

ABOUT INCANTATIONS

you are magic
enchantment.
you sing your words
modulate your love
murmuring melancholy
in minor key
and golden tongue

you have touched
my very meaning
and brought my soul
to a near dying
with your deceit and lying.

Ferocity

buckle black
the shine
like a sun
on midnight

a Lavender
sigh pressed
against the temple

like a door to the
expressway of
freedom

awoken from the
dream by a can turning
tricks for the wind
between the lights

a moan of her through
the wires
and bending limbs
performing stretches
while the stars pull
at their stiches
twisting
to the ear of heaven
listening

the world will be

poorer without you
the founder member of Neo
and
I assure myself
no one will ever take your place ever
you are the best critique by far....
the only one
who sees the nuances
but damn cares who the poet may be ....
over decades now i have been swimming
in shallow streams
to be elevated as a poet
I always dream
some day perhaps
someone will lay a wreath
and say
here lies a poet under rose’s reef

Following the Sun ~ for p

I love you in the immediacy of a perfect
white bloom. In the breathlessness of
a cold winter's window, streaked with
summer memories of you, I write your
name. In my heart we're already the
wild wind tamed, following the ripened
sun.
We're already waves floating
on the sea and the smiles
in our children's eyes,
dancing and singing,
singing and dancing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0E1bNmyPWww

Iwo Jima

Iwo Jima By Blue Demon77

Curtain Light

Across the room
the curtain caught the sun
and in the folds of cloth
I saw light ripple.
Beautiful.
.
In those curves of light
danced tiny motes,
whirls and whorls and worlds away,
entertaining my thoughts.
Engaging
.
There are times so sad
that even heartfelt words and touch
can't light the dark interior
of what this mind remembers.
.
I too, have said the words
"I know how you feel."
ashamed as they fell flat,
but I did and I do care.
.

F L O U R E S C E N T .. .. ..cornucopia

Hallowed be thy past
the tallow stained skins
stretched beneath this
tempered sun

Strident and bold

the menace of wind
against the basking
heart beating bold

Cold stream fauna sink
its thick lost whisper
think
A television landscape
down soiled halls
calling lost souls
from vineyards of dreams
resting like sleeping birds
shiny as gaunt arrow
offerings on spirit mounds

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