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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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knowing how to love

Submitted by Seren on Wed, 2013-02-13 07:00

I don't know anyway to love you
Than the way I do
I tried to call the four winds
they weren't enough
I've traveled a dusty lane
And visited a shaman

All in the search for clarity

I don't know anyway to show my love
I grasped at stars
And fumbled a galaxy
I watched a night bloom
As the last ray of day died
In supplication I knelt

Reverently I show my love
The only way I know how

Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda (Great Poetry Workshop)

Submitted by Seren on Wed, 2013-02-13 03:40

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz
Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off
I love you as certain dark things to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul

I love you as the plant that never blooms
But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body

Workshop: 
GREAT POETRY (a workshop)

Nostalgia

Submitted by Shamoneness on Tue, 2013-02-12 22:48

It’s harder to see the light
In the little dog’s eyes
Sonorous sounds replay as soft whispers
No longer resonating like the
Icy floor,
Instead melting like the fleeting
Snowfall upon the grass

The remembrances come easily,
But soon dissipate
Replaced by idleness
With faint impressions left behind

Cello Curves

Submitted by S.G. Blue on Tue, 2013-02-12 22:06

I close my eyes to see that magnificent curve of woman running from hip through waist.
Companion in flesh to cello
carved by old knowing hands
of master craftsman
who works alone
in a small room,
creating immeasurable beauty.

Carving contours along which I can slowly wind.
Carved with purpose and time,
until the lean of its lines
can wail sadness in gut wrenching, murderous, murky tones.

When just a moment before she left lullaby's in my ear, breathy and sensual.

*Untitled*

Submitted by Jahleel Drigo on Tue, 2013-02-12 20:49

Again the rainbow dances across the sky

Singing farewell to the old

Welcoming the new.

Colors of creation

Layers of emotion

Now they leap

Dancing until they die.

still searching..

Submitted by loved on Tue, 2013-02-12 18:15

In search of you
a friend who once spoke
high of a golden world of poetry
and at the helm was I

where in the wilderness
have you amalgamated into thin air,
vanished!
why have you my friend from a poet's life banished,

where amongst the myriads of stars
shall I now find another friend?
my well wisher of your kind

Learn damn it

Submitted by Ian.T on Tue, 2013-02-12 18:13

How can you feel these things I feel?
I am me, and the only one of me.
Each of us is unique in many things
Even Identical twins their own ways

If I am hurting just hold me
Not with your hands you clumsy beast
Hold me with your thoughts
Only those can be the same

If you tell me, I will not listen
I hold my own council in here
It has never let me down
What! Yours has let you drift

Nighttttime

Submitted by club special on Tue, 2013-02-12 17:40

If the light of the Moon
Is to be my crown
And the Venus star; an emerald within--
Then the hold of the night
Is its weight upon my head

CLOUD WATCHERS (Haiku)

Submitted by scribbler on Tue, 2013-02-12 09:39

Blue eyes blink open
across tattering gray sky
to watch storm depart

Chocolate Men

Submitted by sueb on Tue, 2013-02-12 07:01

Men are like chocolates
some to soft, some to hard
some sweet and tasty
some dark and nasty
I’ve tried a few in my time
on some I wouldn’t spend a dime
I like the ones that melt in my mouth not in my hand
add a few nuts, yummm, that’s grand
men are like chocolates
some flavoursome, some not

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