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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)

This is the stream - you can see all poems on Neopoet, live, as they are created.

 

dittos

dittos
I’m going to
ditto you,
why you know,
as your critiques do glow
upon warm hearths of hearts
some brightness does blow
into kaleidoscopic rainbows

Oh! what the hell does Loved spell,
a link between those who know
with those who don't
well who are those?
a few Neo's think alike
they strike
as all are poetic legends
may be of tomorrows

sub-harmonic

immersed in rich and bright illusion’s flow
here where we share a dizzy dreaming sea
within the now’s enfoldment’s gentle glow
before the birth of what’s about to be
as yesterday, today and, too, tomorrow
all breathe together forming temporal tides
and create, thus, a path for us to follow
the damaged centre’s closest friend abides

To fear is to love.

I love you more than I can take,
it scares me more than anything.
Love is the scariest adventure
but its one I've dreamed to make.

When you leave, will it be worth it?
The fall in all.
When you return, will it be okay?
In your arms again for a few days.
Fearing the fall, because you leave.
Fearing it all, due to risks I've yet to take.

Metrophobia & Triskaidekaphobia added (Acrostics)

Metro What ???

Muses that torture my brain
Epics that test my endurance
Themes that trouble my memory
Rhyme that makes me sing
Oration changed into verse
Poetic nightmares stream
Haiku’s that sing of winter
Overriding fear of form
Books of useless words
Incomplete sentences
Alarm at talking in riddles

Triska Who ???? Triskaidekaphobia

Pray Tell Parishioner

1- wanna know sumpin'

2-what's that

1-I don't know nothin'

2-sayin' you don't know nothin'
is kinda knowin' sumpin' ain't it

1- guess so, but the point is,
are you sure we ain't just been guessin' at stuff all this time
'cause I been told guessin' ain't quite the same as knowin'

2- pray tell, what are you sayin'

1- I ain't sure certain 'bout nothin' no more

2- well... I won't tell nobody if you don't

CRUCIFIXIONS--updated

I’m sinking down
into myself
crashing into dark
and I wallow
in my own salvation
I am not pain. Not decay.
Not loss
I am more than my dying
and at each turning
there unfolds something
undiscovered

.

JACKODASIAL

bump say you

this night thorn burning
a fever rich
beneath the itch

how I want to tear it up
when the mercury climbs
the glass
and the buzz of insects in
the grass

slip and slide this turbid tide

jacked up on the brew
and the memory of the few
we aint gone looking
for what we threw to the
other side

no no

and this bone moon come
up to throw a callow light
no sleep be coming
on this forlorn night

CANOEIST

I stroke the paddle one more time
today the water's calm and clear
so it carries me a little way
as if suspended in mid-air
above a world of moss and fin

With each smooth and careful stroke
I get nearer to that other shore
which began as a mere hazy dream
oh, so many years before
when this day was unthought of
and tomorrow seemed for ever

Spring-Breeze

Spring Breeze
By RW

After his ghastly crucifixion,
Jesus awoke in a room of mirrors,
nothing more than another wandering Jew.
In time, facing himself, he wondered about delusions
was his sacrifice for nothing?
Was no one saved?
And where
was his father? Fathers are supposed to welcome
their sons home, he thought, still bleeding at
the sight of holes in his hands.

He sighed the sigh of only those who know persecution
can, and from this breath came a pure white dove,
and the dove held a sprig of home.

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