About workshops

Workshops on Neopoet are groups that meet for a certain period of time to focus on a certain aspect of poetry. Each workshop participant is asked to critique all the other poems submitted into a workshop. A workshop leader helps coordinate -- they set the agenda, give participants feedback on whether their submissions and critique are at they level expected of them, and after the workshop is over, give feedback to participants. 

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Idle Time Poetry

Program description/goal: 

Write a poem from this Title Prompt: Jealousy

Objectives: Write any style poem from the title prompt. Select the Idle Time Poetry workshop on your submit poem page to send it down the stream. See what fellow neopoet members think of your poem! As a new feature to this series we ask our participants to rate the poems 1 to 3. This rating is not meant to criticize a poet but to see how one can write about said topic . 1 would be good 2. Is would be better 3. would be high praise.

Level of expertise: Open to all

Note to Participants: The Idle Time Workshop Series will be running in two week intervals. Participants of the previous workshop will be added to the current workshop.

Thank you for your participation and enjoy yourselves!

15 days
Skill level: 
Sunday, July 19, 2020
Short description: 
Write a poem based on the prompt


1. What is the prompt?
2. Period stated is 30 days instead of two weeks which is currently said to be the duration

raj (sublime_ocean)

Duration corrected and the new prompt will appear today.

author comment

Tough one as I do not believe there is a jealous bone in me


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And there you are spinning shining singing round and round you go oh how beautiful you glow shining like the stars dancing twinkling in their little light show your smile smile shine so bright in the night for in this world of darkness you are the only light showing me the path passed the wall of the enigma and towards the illustrious land of perfection but as beautiful as you are you wear the horrid mask of deception shooting the persuasive and marvelous feeling that defies the laws of god the burning feeling of lust that drives me towards the obscene actions that I cannot reject myself from for I try and try and try but the feeling is to strong the chains are to overpowering for its strength increases every second pulling me closer and closer the feeling getting stronger and stronger until I can no longer Sheild myself from it I finally jump into the pool of the action then the comes the cloud of darkness that covers over me and washes away all memory that lies within my mind finally when the light finally shines and my mind finally comes to I then realize what I have done I then cry in agony to god begging him to drain this curse that my body now bears but he doesn’t answer all he returns is silence. For once my mind found out that there was no answer it indulged itself into a mission to reconstruct or repairing my sanity but it failed once it heard the constant comments of the human populous those comments was the artists hands and my mind was the clay it reached those hands above my Mind and sanity and shaped it into the disfigured grotesque creature for those hands of humanity had not only strangled my sanity no no no they looked further and smiled devishiliy reached down and raised its horrid humongous mallet of mass hysteria and mass destruction and pushed it send it plummeting towards my subconscious and barbarically and cruelly shattered and beaten my humanity to its end for I know that is no ending to this horrid feeling of ecstasy that my mind sadly and regrettably strives for and longs for. It’s like I’m in a burning desert of death and I finally see it the glorious yet maniacal fountain of lust.

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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