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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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A RHYKU

Submitted by scribbler on Sat, 2012-12-22 20:26

South born rain washes the night
tomorrow's forecast : clear and cold
I sit here beneath a dim light
as year and I both become old

If there was a such a thing

Submitted by Jayfrombk on Sat, 2012-12-22 19:55

Receive from which I can give

For you, none is held back

All exposed ,

Though none withered or cold

Because your love is ..

Well just that Your love

Unequivocally pure and unmatched

More golden then the sun's hue

Is what i feel for you

To say you make my day brighter Is an understatement

I know this poem wont do it ..

It can not fill you in on how much i love you that is.

Because no matter how many words or lines I write

I ll always come up short of expression

Dining With Confidence

Submitted by Apostolos "Paul... on Sat, 2012-12-22 18:11

Oh, don’t look me in the eyes
You might witness
Pain with no disguise

Don’t fight the urge to walk away
Believe me even the sun
Wishes it could call in sick today

Oh, how easy it’s to say fuck it
When your greatest dreams
Lay by your bedside in a bucket

When your prayers become reruns
As your fears get married
And give birth to daughters and sons

When the only sign that you exist
Is the sound of a deafening weakness
That has no care of being missed

TWILIGHT

Submitted by Geremia on Sat, 2012-12-22 16:34

TWILIGHT

The sun sets low into the sea
casting phantom shadows
soulless
empty
reflections of me
and I am surrounded
by my own emptiness.

Cosmic Fleas

Submitted by NotBobDylan on Sat, 2012-12-22 13:09

We're all just passengers
riding on this cosmic ball.
We're here the briefest moment
We live and die, that's all.

Our deeds, are mostly fleeting
like cracks in breaking glass
You and I, alike are pointless
we live, then come to pass.

So, you think a hundred years or more
of time, to be the end...
It's spitting in the ocean-
it's fantasy, pretend.

My Stained Glass Heart

Submitted by docmaverick on Sat, 2012-12-22 12:31

Frosted plumes of rhythmic clouds
from a heart that can't abide,
somehow I must erase all previous
days with such high tides.

Confidence cleanly shattered
with a look that's undisturbed,
I sit alone in the cold, cruel night
in a place fate had me lured.

However, her chill relentlessly
seeks refuge in my bones,
the writing on the wall is clearly
adding decibles to my groans.

Felt

Submitted by sueb on Sat, 2012-12-22 10:18

The sound of silence
can fill a room
the atmosphere
clouded in gloom
anger permeates the air
not said, but its there

THE CRUNCH OF SNOW

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Sat, 2012-12-22 09:41

The crunch of crisp snow,
white snow,
bright snow,
the crack of twig,
the sharpness of the icicle above,
the weighted load,
its shift,
the swish of skis across the lake,
or through the wood.

The sound of space
so quiet,
stilled
around our beings,
wrapped into the world.

We huddle to keep warm,
we watch the stars be born,
the light of dawn is dimmed,
as the sun journeys on,
on its shortest day,
over the sky, above the grey.

Nigella Lawson on her mother

Submitted by Frenchf on Sat, 2012-12-22 07:45

Nigella Lawson is extremely peeved ,
About the comments made on the beeb
She told the truth about being beaten
Before the lemon roast chicken was eaten
Despite the fact that her father was famous
Chancellor of the Exchequer, she told us.
Complex relationship with her mother,
Did she love or did she hate her?
Nigel Lawsons not commented yet
He's too busy planning his next project
As I grew older I loved my mother
But despised the rest of them sister and brother
My mother tried hard despite all her failings

The raw and the ruse

Submitted by t. reflexion on Fri, 2012-12-21 20:15

Sister Sarah said, her siblings are green
Steeped in the blues they fall headlong,
When dealing with a willing opposite
Undefined emotions embedded the senses
Presumed love becomes a smiling snare
Like a bubby traps set for rabbit holes

She prayed never to be caught there in
Declared fervidly, ‘Na love I go chop?’
Her love has eyes on a thinking head
To see the mask of preying people

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