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Neopoet Weekly 09/22/24 to 09/28/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-28 15:22

   This Week’s winner is Jokerface82

 

THE WRATHFUL SEA

 

Her salted bludgeoning maw
swallowed vessels and galleys
with its green saline gullet of
ulcers
barnacles, and a throat full of oily
spots of acne sticky limpets

Treasures guarded by a circle
of sharks in an ocean restaurant
pinching crabs,
and swaying seaweed keeping naval
secrets.

A wave of wrathfulness, tossing
clubbing, floating ships, drowning
them into the abyss.
stripping seamen Into
skeletons with silent screams.

Supported by a howling killer
of a storm . Ripping, blowing holes
into arthritis wooden decks into oblivion
into the coldest dark depths.

         

 

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Nepoet Weekly 09/15/24 to 09/21/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-21 14:59

                                                                                      This Week’s winner is Jokerface82

 

Grandiose Majestic Mountain

There stood a majestic
Craggy face with razor blade
Edges of a monstrous
time honoured mountain

Turning its rocky nose up
at anything below him, robust
Jagged and risky, high stabbing
armour with White shark tip
Cut throated fins.

Bald rugged with a silent manner
cold stone as white as marshmallow
steep and strong, bold and old
broad frosted shoulders

With powdered freckles and a storm grey
complexion it wore a white necklace
and a frosted crown, made
by heaven.

 

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Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Thu, 2024-09-19 21:21

 

The Winner of the Autumn Arrival Image Prompt Contest is  scribbler

 

AUTUMN'S CUSP

 

 

Mid October a cool day
with a northern cooling breeze.
All hints of summer gone away.
The few green leaves are just a tease.

Tomorrow will bring the first frost
so this day finds me 'neath the trees
absorbing warmth before its lost
and limbering up titanium knees.

For I'm not what I once was.
Time has seen that I am not,
So I sit on a stump to take a pause
and breathe autumn's scent which I'd forgot.

Then turn my face up to the sky
as cool front winds begin to blow.
I watch the clouds as they race by.
They leave like friends I used to know.

My eyes water from sun's glare
so I drop my head down to my chest
letting my chin settle there
while I count the ways that I am blessed.

I'm blessed with our cabin in the trees
I'm blessed with seeing one more fall.
I'm blessed with grandchildren to tease.
I'm blessed with being here at all.

I watch a squirrel climb to its nest
for now the sun is getting low
so ere' it reaches ridge's crest
I arise then turn and go.

 

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Neopoet Weekly 09/8/24 to 09/14/24 Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-09-14 14:30

This Week’s Winner is  Edward nigma

 

 Cage of cards

 

 Chaotically clustered
cage of
cards covering
all
cynically silent
sides of life
plainly plastered
before my
persistently passing
presence of
the present day.
Thoughtlessly thrashing
out the leisurely
overlapping lanes
of possibilities
prancing through
the pressuring palms
of probability.
With a single stern stomp
taking back the cross
mask of control.
There steadily
stumbled down
the obliquely built
walls of ambiguity
freely falling at
my frivolously
fleeting feet.
Vigorously revealing
the vaguely vapid
valley of victorious
vultures who
persistently preys
upon the weak
minded ones
who decisively numb
themselves within naivety .
But still
I walk forth
ahead through
the foreboding facade
of fear
lying before me.

 

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Neopoet Weekly 09/01/24 to 09/07/24

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sun, 2024-09-08 00:50

This Week’s Winner is Trail

 

Echoes

 

Once there was a man
Who wrote beautiful music
He wrote the music because he was sad
He was sad because he was all alone

But he was noticed for his music
He ended up being loved for it
And in being loved
He lost his sadness
And his music soon after

 

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raw

Submitted by loved on Fri, 2012-06-01 07:52

Some fruits eaten raw are better than fresh
your poetry is like raw mangoes
sweeter than sweet,
hard but finally soft
the breeze takes my heart away
every time I go to the sea,
I always feel so happy
with my spouse and me
at times,
I love to see other folks in bikinis
then my eyes open,
when they all smile at me
my torso is beyond imagination
round and round
some in my looks wish
I’d happiness have found
the breeze and the beach
are my signs of love
and

Under The Never Sky

Submitted by Sergio Vagros on Fri, 2012-06-01 05:46

On the point of nothing
I breathe
Supping from un-adultrated energy
Feeding upon your pulse
Wicked is your knowledge
Subtle your yearning
Bleeding sapphires,
becoming diamonds
Renting my emotions as wire
Becoming one with your eyes
Wishing your scent upon my lips
Tasting your sweetness in my soul
Longing for your touch upon my skin
Dislocated, torn from our togetherness
Longing for our return
To our time
Our kind
I hold you in my psyche
I will never drop you
from my talons

RED ROSE SOUR DREAM

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Fri, 2012-06-01 03:26

RED ROSE SOUR DREAM.

Daisy

Submitted by my demons on Thu, 2012-05-31 22:16

Lied to my husband, said I was going to pick daisies
Really I was going to train daisy my new apprentice
That girl is the only one who understands I’m crazy

I must admit this girl is good
I pick the victims
She lures them to the most secluded spot in the wood

As she lures them to a spot that’s remote
I lurk behind them waiting for my chance
My chance to slit the poor fellow’s throat

Then like a present daisy wraps the severed head
To send to his widow
So she will know her husband is dead

The Lion's Meal

Submitted by Geremia on Thu, 2012-05-31 20:04

THE LION’S MEAL

You broke my pride
stole my dignity
wounded me
to near dying’s agony.

And like a jackal
when the lion
has had its fill
you came in
for the rest of the kill

Training Lemmings to Pedal the Wheel

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Thu, 2012-05-31 15:49

training wheels on bicycles
training bras
training horses

dogs
and children

training citizens to keep
the fear near après September 11

throw prejudice into the money pit
make it yellow if it doesn't fit
cowardice for the pacifist
paltry poetry lines for the disenfranchised

The Harper's Song

Submitted by William Saint George on Thu, 2012-05-31 07:08

Of days of old, the harpers sing,
of Melegrond, their fallen king.
The time the Calotans were wronged,
and gathered they; a sullen throng.

Naught would lift their great sadness:
as one, they wept in brokenness.
In sullen quiet, silenced, stood
as Nature likened to their mood.

Workshop: 
Storytelling in Verse

French leave

Submitted by judyanne on Thu, 2012-05-31 03:22

unable
to perceive my own light
whilst in the glow of infinity
I separate my essence into the darkness -
call upon that which I am not -

exist within
illusion-and-a-score of appearance

so I can experience self

and I purposely forget who I am
as it profits me not to know

but, in the stillness of reserve
deathly calm and mute
where quiescence holds solitude
and soundless hush
would resound
with cacophonic clarity

I hear my absence
.

Night's Embrace

Submitted by zjeakin on Thu, 2012-05-31 01:49

Lying in my bed,
Darkness all ‘round,
A million thoughts pass through my head,
With an eerie lack of sound,
Visions of little consequence,
A homesick mans faded friends,
Lost lover’s stroll by in a motley of shame,
Sights that make no sense,
My waking dreams that do not end,
Sleep comes now,
A shadow grudgingly embraced,
Dawn is just ‘round the bend,
Night follows dawn with unseemly haste,
To bring me back to where it began.

Zachary J. Eakin

R A Y N E . . . . . .

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2012-05-31 00:43

slickfest
from the dark heavens
coiling on nights arms

juicy dream while my
pulse waits on trigger finger

I think of you home
and swallow all the pain

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