Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

Home

Community News

Neopoet Weekly 03/17/24 to 03/23/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

2:23am by zach

 

Congratulations to zach on such a fine poem.

Early Spring Image Prompt Contest Vote

Early Spring Image Contest Vote

 

Please read the two finalist poems below and click on the vote here link to vote on your favorite poem. Voting ends March 29th 2024.

 

 

The Visitor

By: Mary Beth Magee

You visit for a moment,

Accept a breath of hospitality,

Then dash away again.

You share your company briefly.

 

But in that time, oh,

The magic you bring.

From tiny eggs to instars

To gloriously patterned wing.

 

I watched you hatch and crawl,

Grow, shed and wriggle.

You change your dress. Your

New look makes me giggle.

 

You give me joy and delight

With your aerial ballet.

My royal friend, magician,

Harlequin at play,

 

Dear monarch, share your gift

Of grand, exuberant joy

With all. Give us eyes to

See, and feelings to employ.

 

You set an example

Of living in the moment.

Let us live so our days

Are likewise spent.

 

Dash on, my friend,

Your destiny calls.

Send your children my way

When the milkweed grows tall.

 

Spring Comes

By: Candlewitch

 

Fields of springy clover

beneath my barefoot toes,

dance-happy feet kick up

a delight everyone knows!

 

Green, green all around,

a heart full of joys untold

rolling over and over in

nature's paradise hold!

 

In gardens of my growing hopes

tulips, buttercups and crocus

flourish healthily blossoming,

as Spring comes into focus.

 

 

Vote Here

Neopoet Weekly 03/010/24 to 03/16/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Dancing In The Dark  by  William Lynn

Congratulations to William Lynn on such a fine poem.

Neopoet Weekly 03/03/24 to 03/09/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

 

THE LAST RING by  Jokerface82

 

Congratulations to Jokerface82 on such a fine poem.

The stream (all workshops)

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

 

SAFELINK TracFone synonymous...

Dear SafeLink Customer,
(one of the many recipients includes me).

The Federal Communications Commission (FCC) announced that the Affordable Connectivity Program (ACP) is ending, and April 2024 will be the last fully funded month for your benefits if Congress does not provide additional funding.

The gift of pain

They say wisdom is the gift of pain,
The lesson learned from what has been lost or gained.
The knowledge of the path that's a person once lead.
The thoughts engraved like a chisel to stone. Laying deep within our head.

My knowledge, experience my wisdom was once for told,
He knew before it did, But I felt it through my body right down to the tips of my toes.
Like a surge of electricity the thought came to me. "Don't travel this journey"
But in my heart I needed to be free.

Forthwith the night

Forthwith the night
once hidden in your eyes
passion makes its way along
to grant sleepless desire
lovers make their way
thru the darkened shire
as passion quickly flares
pitting fire, against fire
in the light of perspirations glow
the heaving of a sigh
giving birth to adoration
revealed within, the slightest smile
we long for brash acceptance
selfishly exhuming, our desire
where copulate we lay
to bring to life, to sire!

Alone vs lonely

You make me cry
But that’s not unusual
I’ll survive
It’s fine.

You make me mad
That’s common too
I’ll survive
It’s fine.

You make me anxious
An everyday occurrence
I’ll survive
It’s fine.

You make me fearful
You make me jealous
You make me hate myself
I’ll survive
It’s fine.

I can deal with all that
At the end of the day
Cause all I want you to do
Is stay.

4 a.m.

4 a.m.
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

If you’re up like I am at 4 a.m.
I wonder if you are

Rocking a newborn baby boy
Sitting vigil at a bedside

A blue-collar worker
A CEO whose car arrived for your flight

Young and free ravers
Stressing that rent is near due

Lovers
Lonely

Starting a 6 mile run
Or sick and suffering too

To those awake at this hour,
I hope rest will find you soon.

Written March 13, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson

Inside the Heart of Gold

Rich men poor men look at your lives

I can tell you it’s no surprise

That where you’ve gone and where you’ve been

Is not in the middle of the lion’s den

For you have set yourselves apart

Into the midst of the lion’s heart

Where there is gold that’s much more pure

Than any rich man can secure

2:23am

It's quiet, but my thoughts are alive
It's dark, but there are fireworks in my mind
It's still, but my soul rocks
It's calm, but the silence stops
It's peaceful, but something is abound
It's serene, but my ear hears a sound
A sound of someone I know
A sound of somewhere i've been
The smell of fresh air
The leaves in the wind
To a setting sun
Reminding me of your glow
From a coastal town
Forgotten long ago
The peace flows through me
And my body drifts to sleep

Angel and the Dyke

 

Angel comes around to you so soon, do you trust in him? Do you think it a sin?

His concern a bulging dyke, holds the weight, mountains of condescension,

It’s cracked wall, plugged with empathy, nods of approval, and smiles of encouragement.

You decide, give in, lean on him, for the sake of love, for this depression Armageddon.

 

Wings of moonlight, secrets from nighttime corners, you trust in the way of ethereal flight.

I-95

I went down south up to North Caroline,
Curving through straight lines dotted on I-95,
Swerving between feeling ok and losing my mind,
Just trying to leave my tattered troubles behind,
And far away.

I packed a light bag with a heavy mind,
Spurning thoughts churned up from deep inside,
I flew in my car on the ground just killing time,
Just trying to get away from everything close behind,
For maybe a day.

Musings

Trying to think what to say
only this ringing in my ears.
Not sure I understand today —
certainly can’t see future years.

What I say may not be
exactly what you hear
if filtered through your pessimism,
past heartbreak or fear.

The past itself can deviate
as memories dim and drift,
perspectives and priorities
diversify and shift.

Pages

(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.