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Neopoet Weekly 02/11/24 to 02/17/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

The Purge by RoseBlack

Congratulations to RoseBlack on such a fine poem.

Neopoet Weekly 02/04/24 to 02/10/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Lovergirl by hippiemoon

Congratulations to hippiemoon on such a fine poem.


Voyager Image Prompt Contest Winner!

RoseBlack has won this contest

With the poem  A Ghostly Voyage

Congratulations to RoseBlack

Neopoet Weekly 01/28/24 to 02/03/24 Winner!

This week the Neopoem is

Come one, Come all by MermaidMaster

Congratulations to MermaidMater 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.


To a Flame

It's like, what if moths
aren’t attracted to light,
as they flutter chaotically
around the source.

What if the thing we think
is pulling them closer confuses
which way they should go.

Love has been like that.

Tavern Tramp (by: eddy styx)

Yeah, Bartender, my usual poison
Jack strait-up, please no rocks
bourbon will not sit here very long
shooting the liquor before it can mock

but now I need to sit awhile
basking in your feminine glory
feeding off your sweet energy slowly,
the glow in your eyes tells me a story

I see your past in big green eyes
which are weapons, you tantalize
asking pointed questions of you
ever so suddenly you do realize...

The Causeway

She lies and waits for my arrival,
I’ve ignored her far too long,
Her face is scarred from years of abuse..

But as I approach her she is more welcoming than ever,
It’s been a stormy relationship…

I’ve turned my back on her more than once,
She has seen a lot of tears,
But she has shed not even one…

She’s as solid as a rock,
And once again she’ll lead me home…


the golden spreading fingers
massaging the back of the biscuit
coloured Sand and the aquamarine

froth salted rolling waves.
The sea trumpet squawks of

long gull calls as the head raises
and lowers
Its side to side gait is on familiar
horseshoe land


Grandparents raising another generation
They thought their tour of duty over
Instead they roll up their sleeves and open tired eyes
And dig deep to keep the seeds safe and watered
It’s 9 pm - kids, do you know where your parents at?
Who’s putting the young ones to bed, keeping house and n’at?

Secret Little Life

Your life, a coincidence of the future, and You let it go.
Only know, I could fly if I let it be.
Then I would never let it go.

Only know I've been high, when I could think, forward. Past. To present.
But I,

let it go.

I see.

You saw an angel in a gray cloth.
It, told You, that We all can be. In harmony.

What about.

Fall, Rise, and The Pain.

The Pain that makes us human.

If, only this angel could speak.

prelude to the silence

tears over red tears
genocide blood floods like rain
mankind soon shall drown

Jeez! Not Another Love Poem!

It was my silliness, I thought.
Or maybe it was just the smile.
Turns out it was our laughter.


Warnings come to us in many ways
They often change throughout our days

From Mother’s directions when we crossed the street
To Father’s cautions about those we meet

Teachers tell us not to cheat
Explaining the actions we would meet

Then there are those things
That everyday life brings

A son whose children are now wed
Alerting us to how much time has fled

A reminder our days have flown by
More often we think about the day we will die

Empty punts

Bobbing in the water
sunlight glinting on their rims,
a dull thud as they collide,
but, when the water stills,
they are silent
in their loneliness.


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