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Neopoet Random Challenge # 10 wants to challenge you to write poetry about this month's random topic that is provided below.

Objectives: If you so accept this challenge, all you have to do is choose one or more of the following topics and write one or more poems based on your choice or choices. Please make sure your poem or poems are between 12 to 32 lines. Certificates will be given to those that use the topic as their title.

This month's Topics:
1) Guilty pleasure
2) My Christmas Friend
3) Under The Mistletoe
4) I've Just Arrived

Always remember to have a blast while being challenged. Also don't forget you are awesome

December 2021 Poetry Contest Announcement!

This month we are asking each of our members to write a holiday poem to a friend on Neopoet. If you haven't made a friend yet write a poem to one of your friends or family members. Poems can be written in any form and be 32 lines or less.

Best of luck to all contestants!

Neopoet Yearly Contest Announcement!

You will be receiving a newsletter that contains the 12 poets and their poems that won the monthly contests. After reading these poems there is a survey on the bottom of the newsletter. There is also a forum with the poems for those that are not subscribed to our newsletter.

May the best Neopoet win!

November 2021 Poetry Contest Winner!

Congratulations to Abby
For winning the November 2021 Neopoet Poetry Contest.
Please view the winning poem and leave a comment

Greener Days

The yellow sunshine does not live here.
The rainy clouds are friends.
trudging through layers of sludge-
We -.-soldier-.- on through the storms.
We shiver and cry ourselves to the bone.
In a sky full of stars we\
The night filled with the howls of wolves
As they descend upon the brave.
Our walls are built thick enough-
Though the cold tries hard to take souls.
Hurricane is the way of the day's mood switch.
I wish for the days of lavender air
And greener grasses.
When the daisies and mums consumed.
Lilacs are
dead in the ground.
Today I
fall underneath the late dark
And count blessings
the sky is devoid of white powder.
Ice will coat these streets soon.

Contest Reminder

The November contest will be the last opportunity of 2021 to compete for the yearly prize of 100 dollar virtual visa card and a year premium membership. The general membership will be voting next month for the winner of the year. Submit your poem to our November contest.

Thank You,
The Administration

The stream (all workshops)

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


teenage dystopia

The sky is gray and the grass is dead;
cold, empty, desolate;
Pope Gregory says its July;
The sun should be out,
yet every day is the same;
cold, empty, desolate

teenage dystopia

The sky is gray and the grass is dead;
cold, empty, desolate;
Pope Gregory says its July;
The sun should be out,
yet every day is the same;
cold, empty, desolate

your lantern

everything you did, your way of living
i yearned to learn, to become your equal
you moved in a way that comforted my heart,
and awakened my core

your floating lantern i kept close in the underworld
clearing away the fog,
uncovering delicate memories of who i once was
the sight of death,
and the piles of wilted life i stepped over,
i walked over with ignorance,
following your lantern with its warmth and light in my sight


In the thirties, the cameras had shutters that came out
long accordion-like things, that folded in or out
the one I’m thinking of had a green body
with its accordion tongue supported by a steel frame.

Later there was a period where only black cameras
with chrome trim, knobs and adjustments
that became a usual standard, if one had this, it
looked like that someone knew what they were doing…


''As my time is nearing
the coast of time
soon I may also be
non -existent.''

A very young girl
we knew
just went into the operation room

‘'meet you on the other side.''

we all stand by the banks of a river
when the stream will engulf us
no one knows ever

we just look blank
into wilderness
who is calling us

she came int my dreams

‘‘Friend come over
its fun and frolic here
Oh you need not fear''

Time ticked on

As time ticked on
each second
me back
into oblivion .

No love
no hate
No violence
.Just me
left to seep
deep into
the senseless
of silence.

Lunch Rush

take a deep breath and forget everything you know
except your hands and the tickets
fingers move,
just paper and a groove in the brain
meditate, the mind goes blank
nothing, only crickets
as time breaks down, the outside disappears
this town does not exist
except where white paper slips
away, torn down from metal banisters
the crumpled crunching rhythm
the beat of what comes
march to the beat of crumbs that fall to the floor
wiped away by the sanitizer towel

December’s Haiku

Sun rays freeze as snow,
lights on trees and hanging balls;
December has come.

Clock of Flower's

Humans like picked flowers,

The clock starts to tick,

One, two 

one, two 


Autumn arrives again
trees wind stripped-nudity
gals dance about a pole
shred their clothes like lifeless leaves
they show all lay beneath skin
no fruits dangling
apples and bananas
no breasts
no busts
all cast
as autumn arrived today

oldies too walk about in autumn
like me and you
dance about in the park
semi nude no hat

if trees can show
can't they
all ask me
you can't simulate trees
many autumns all have seen
naked like multi colored autumn leaves


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