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Neopoet Weekly 06/16/24 to 06/22/24 Winner!

This week’s winner is Kristen H with the following poem

 

To Unlove You

Submitted by Kristen H.

I'm learning how
To unlove you

It hurts worse than loving you,
Knowing you don't love me back.

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Summer Image Prompt Challenge Winner!

The winning poem of the Summer Image Prompt Challenge is

 

 

Abandoned

Submitted by Mary Beth Magee

She bobbed there in the gentle swell,
The little boat I knew so well.
The sail wrapped tight along the boom
Gave me a feeling of dark doom.
I saw no anchor chain hung down
To stop her, lest she run aground.
No one sat in her empty bow.
No hand controlled her keel just now.
A gentle breeze set her to rock.
How did she get loose from the dock?
As the breeze caused her to turn,
I spotted paint along her stern.
Rough letters where my name had been -
The words now looked like "Mortal Sin."
What had he done in dark of night?
Was he convicted by dawn's light?
Then in the reeds beside the dock…
What I saw gave me quite a shock.
A body, face down, on the lake,
Could it be him, for heaven's sake?
Please, no, I prayed and backed away.
What pushed him so, I cannot say.
I didn't dream that he would dare.
I only know I lost him there.

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Neopoet Weekly 06/09/24 to 06/15/24 Winner!

 

This week’s winner is Lavender with the following poem

 

Winning Poem

Magic

Submitted by Lavender

A falling star settled on my rose,
a diamond dipped in velvet clothes.
I dared not touch the pure gift
sent from heaven, so swift,
but let it rest there
in such sweet air
and comply
to my
wish.

 

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Neopoet Weelky 06/02/24 to 06/08/24 Winner!

 

This week’s contest winner is hippiemoon with following poem:

Archeology

By: hippiemoon

Years from now,
We will be dead and buried.
Your laugh nothing more than
A whisper in the wind,
A breeze carrying off dandelion wishes.

Our headstones will rest together,
Aging together, as we did in life.
Tears from our loved ones will mix with rain
And our memory will fade with the engravings.

And years from now,
We’re forgotten by everyone but the Earth.
They will dig our bodies up
And find our bones entwined in each other’s arms.

 

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Congratulations to Shelby Pryor for winning this week’s contest

 

Something New

Rain rushes from the skies
Mixing with a single tear
The wind cuts through
Like every doubt, every fear

Lightning shatters my peace
Like the pieces of my mind
A distant thunderclap mocks
Of the girl I was and left behind

A tornado rages in my head
Demolishing my peace and joy
I plaster on a smile for you,
But it's just a tactic I employ

The fear paralyzes my heart
Yet I'm so tired of being afraid
It is time to get up and fight
Before my resolve starts to fade

My fingers curl around my sword
I lift it high, I've got my armor on
I bring it down with all my strength
Until the shattered pieces are gone

There is no fixing the girl I was
No use in buying time with glue
The only solution is to shatter her
And forge with fire Something New

 

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The stream (all workshops)

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Artist

You are an artist.
You effortlessly sing a song of a new life,
each verse sounding clearer than the last
until you reach the closing chorus
without mentioning my name.

You eloquently tell a story
laced with characters I'll never know.
Swiftly moving from one chapter to the next
with the happy ending you've always wanted.

You paint a picture of the future,
colorful and bright,
but no matter how hard you try,
even your expert hands
can't find a way to fit me in.

You Know I'll Always Love You ~ For Larry

They hated you for your truth,
but you prevailed my dearest
friend.

Though you left too suddenly,
too soon to say goodbye,
and no one could say
"We are sorry for having misjudged
you, but we were blinded by your light."

I know that as long as even one person
stays alive and tastes the oranges growing
from your ashes, that your story will never
die.
Not in the poetry
not in the music,
not in the art
you left
behind, waiting.

Waiting. Wanting to be heard.

The Conclusion

Put me in a wooded box, under an
Ancient tree I will go far on top of a hill
On my grave place some rocks and stones
I do not need a concrete vault nor a polished
Marble head stone or tears to fall close your eyes
And think of me walking beside you
Picking up pennies, rocks and feathers as I go

If at a later date you should visit my grave
Add one more rock to the pile that's been made
A nosegay of wild flowers would be ok but
Give to the living the best bouquets

Blame Who

Blame Who

Long time there has been no storming from you
but such an outcome of growing population
and
damning economy
no one can blame,
you nor me/I
but those who produce a family
when they could afford none.
why should you or I feel blameworthy,
for all those who had
no common sense…

Purge

Reality is rattling;
forcing fondness and frustration
fo meet and mix,
a medley of memories
that doesn’t taste good
coming back up.
Months spent swallowing
prose and poetry
refusing to remember
aching to express
but unwilling
to see sorrow and smiles
cruelly combined.

TEXAS SUNSET

Brilliant,blazing, softly crimson
aglow against the midnight blue horizon

Fingers strong and gentle dipping into the glory
of the melting twilight sun

Slowly streaking the reddish hue
across the complexion of the evening sky

What wonderment to the eye
The Ultimate Artist, proving He still can

F R O T H

jagged curve
rush up and touch
flesh free

the quick and ravaged

thrown down the hall
while the dream tilts
and the picture glass
scrawls a scream

in the quiet the rain fall
is gentle
forest dark as night

this easement
as a replacement
a heart that can never
be held

a pain fresh

a scar sky

night is spilling
from her drains
drawing all away
and I wash
and wash
in the waterfall
in the waterfall
of tears

STORM'S FLOTSAM

Standing at that intersection
cardboard sign displays his plight
haggard face near screams dejection
he has no place to sleep tonight

Time was such a sight was rare
a big city kind of malady
now it seems they're everywhere
how could this have come to be?

Not all these guys can just be lazy
too many good men on the street
whose future prospects look so hazy
no wonder they all seem so beat

My African values

These values I treasure, to you they seem odd or even strange but on them I believe and rely
Without measure,
Dont make a face or look with disdain
when with my fingers demolish mounds of yam
yams pounded smooth by the pestle in a mortar.
You need not sneer cause I prefer
the tough labour of strenuous pounding,
to the quick fix, of an appliance that can cook, bash and mix.
To me the methods differ, so also does the results:
the former makes a better feel on my tongue,
while the latter lumps short and long.

SLEEP, DO NOT COME!!

Can you SEE the demons in my head
Driving me crazy...
Leading me to the very places I dread?

Can you HEAR their whispered threats
Draining me dry...
Dragging me to life's roughest edge?

Can you FEEL their heated breaths
At the back of my neck...
As it laves eerily through my hair?

Can you SMELL their gory, bloody bodies
Doused in darkness...
Hovering over my flower garden like bees?

Can you almost reach out and TOUCH
Their lethal shadows...
As they patrol; doing the night watch?

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