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

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-06-15 16:12

 

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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Summer Image Prompt Contest Vote

Submitted by neopoet contests on Wed, 2024-06-12 23:01

Please read the following poems

And vote below.

Voting ends June 19th 2024

 

 

 

Abandoned

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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Summer Image Prompt Challenge-Sailing

By: Hon

 

In the sailing wind blow
pacing along with the flow
feeling at ease and contented
under the vast blue sky
the spray of the fresh air
embarking on a new journey
traveling miles far apart
carrying with a curious mind
awaiting for a new opportunity
embracing with a sense of hope
bringing with an emotional ride
through many different stages
at the endless spending time
finding own destination
with each tale of the story
comes with lessons
instilled with the thought
life is a learning experience
that takes where it goes
a place that holds special
to the heart that embraces
like home

 

 

 

 

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

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-06-08 22:23

 

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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Neopoet Weekly 05/26/24 to 06/01/24 Contest Winner!

Submitted by neopoet contests on Sat, 2024-06-01 22:22

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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Where are you father?

Submitted by Natural_Mystic on Wed, 2012-03-28 05:11

Where are you father?
Why have you left, us?
Your sons,
your daughters
Abandoned
Left to rot
Left for dead in this filthy world
Left to sleep with the rats and maggots
To live in this shit
To dream of a light that will never come
No. brighter day
No. better tomorrow.
To be fed to the rapists and murders
The alcoholics the drug pushers
The diseased scum that walk the earth
The child molesters,
Fake prophets and war mongers.
Where are you God?
Where were you through the genocides

Wait for me

Submitted by loved on Wed, 2012-03-28 00:28

Wait for me

Wait for me
around the edge of time
the edge of time
when I am called

hold my hands in yours.
press them to show your love
come to my arms
just for a while,
as time slips by
below my feet
in a puff of smoke

I’m about to go
over the cliff
hold me tight
just once more,

for then who knows for sure
whether I shall be anymore
your love is all I sought
these years gone by
how time did fly
none can say

Cat-like on the prowl

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Tue, 2012-03-27 18:01

Her assignment was easy,
almost drooling with the thought of
the delectable Simon.
In London, the train stations
record human senses, one just
has to be on the prowl, cat-like
on her jaguar paws.

He nearly missed the train this morning,
and everything changed for a few minutes,
Can you imagine the silence of suspended
animation? With a little help, he did catch
the 8 a.m. just
as he does every week day.
She would sit
next to him, soaking in his aura. Inhaling
him in her love.

SLABS OF EXISTENCE

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Tue, 2012-03-27 16:02

SLABS OF EXISTENCE"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 25th March 2012.

Slabs of existence, 
we move them, caress them, 
climb them, 
they are with us 
wherever we go, 

inescapable boulders of awareness, 
'so beautiful, (should I take out these two lines of value judgement?) 
so ugly,' 
so all embracing, 
so much, our senses 
gathered in a bundle 
of being;

we see out of eyes,
mirrored, 
like the facets of a stone, 
its gems, 
some hidden inside the rock, 

Magic Trick

Submitted by AnnaNJ on Tue, 2012-03-27 14:33

You are dissolving

Before my eyes

Like a magic trick

that has gone horribly wrong

Soon you will have disappeared

Into the open atmosphere

And I’ll be left standing alone

In front of the empty space

Where you used to be

Days like that......

Submitted by Willy on Tue, 2012-03-27 08:34

Like its one of those days; it’s one of those things;
All mean the same to you:
There is an unseen weight yet still so real
weighing down upon you dampening your spirit
stifling your growth
It’s like you are suspended in mid-air; you are in stasis
With some strange being at your rudder;
You are at its mercy: turned, spun, rolled, rotated, pulled, pushed
your activities are futile but all you feel like doing is nothing
your environment have become this barren

Whispers and bone

Submitted by Cloudthings on Tue, 2012-03-27 07:20

There are hardwood pews at the end of the path
There are beetles that shimmer and shine
But they sit there so humbly as if they were safe
Is it all down to chance, their survival, and mine?

I used to howl for the moon, in the wind, in the storm
And sit on my own by the lake
I used to sing for the sound and the comfort
Thinking all that I had could be anyone’s take

Through the Dust Did Come....Movito

Submitted by docmaverick on Tue, 2012-03-27 06:15

He did appear to have possession
of a Mojo with a Konk-konk-cheroo!

his hesitance cost him, valuably;
he'd still be sitting in a room with no "view".

Take my place, won't you feel the "magic"?
one could learn a thing, or three;

this cursed, dusty, desert's hollow,
with vacant emptiness as far as one can, see.

Then, came this way....a stranger-boy
who could see right-past, the dust;

and, then know what was coming, next
with a sixth sense he could trust.

Beginning of a Lie

Submitted by Search on Tue, 2012-03-27 03:35

I begin to panic
Caught in this frightening event
With so much to loose
Oh, how I dream to turn back the clock
But I cannot.

Looking down, I ponder through every memory I have recorded
And I do not know the truth
I do not know how to explain
There is no way for me to justify my action.

Caught in this place of fear and anxiety
I begin to fabricate a fantasy
And as my false tale drips from my lips
My body grows numb
Sweat at the palms
Unable to move
And difficult to breathe.

T A B A R E T

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2012-03-27 00:42

your mouth slips phrases
through bruised nights
stars upon your flicks
and at your sides
the worry shadows
keep like windows
locked

milkweed sweet
the monarch drinks
beneath the fat eye
of this sordid dream

a heavens creature
rapture rests
music of chimes
the wavelength nest
spun cup the thoughts
of stirring dark
and rising star

where magic and illusion
mix

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