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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.

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The Administration

Weather Report Contest

This month our contest asks you to write a poem about the weather in your area of the world.

All poems must be 32 lines or less and written in free form.

This contest concludes the 2021 Neopoet monthly contest competition. All previous monthly winners will be eligible to be the yearly winner voted on by the general membership.

October 2021 Neopoet Poetry Contest Winner!

Congratulations to Owl Has My Soul
For winning the October 2021 Neopoet Poetry Contest.
Please view the winning poem and leave a comment

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/witchs-teapot-halloween-contest

The Witch's Teapot

Spider legs sprout and canter forth
With glorious joy and dark purpose.
Pottery tips and clackety-clicks;
A dance on the dusty wood surface.

Then a pause and a shout,
In celebration no doubt,
"Oh happy, happy day!"

Such relief it expects,
"We are going to have guests!"
Tonight, a most wicked soiree.

It's been far too long
Since our Mistress did feed.
Months! No a year, yes indeed!

Past earthenware pots,
"Such a drink I'll concoct!"
To put the fair children to sleep.

A knock on the door,
"Fill our bags, we want more!"
Unaware they're the tasty meat treat.

Outside not a sound.
They'll never be found.
What a perfectly grand Hallowe'en.

Neopoet Random Challenge Number 9

Neopoet.com 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) I’M running away
2) Mistaken Identity
3) Write about the wind
4) City Lights

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

Neopoet Random Challenge # 8

Neopoet.com 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

This month's Topics:
1) Haunted House
2) The Wicked Witch
3) Last Day On Earth
4) Magic Mushrooms
Always remember to have a blast while being challenged. Also don't forget you are awesome

Halloween and all that comes with it

This month we ask our members to partake in a Halloween contest. Write a poem in any form you desire. Poems should be 12 to 32 lines in length and can range from funny to scary Have a happy Halloween and show us how spooky you can be
Good luck to all our contestants and may the spookiest one of them all rule the night!

The winner receives a three-month premium membership and a 25 dollar gift certificate for amazon.com
Best of luck to all our contestants

The stream (all workshops)

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

 

Exes, again

Your terrifying childhood,
with young decisions gone awry,
shelter was not always a home

With insecurity to spare,
the best you could do
I struggled to forgive
Sometimes we could see each other,
but mostly we could not

In between the absent days,
when you were here
but in some other place,
love may have been there
but I had to guess most of the time

and I was terrible at it

NIAGARA FALLS

I only wish you had been to Niagara
romance never ends there ever,
I would love to have one each day
come what may winter spring or snow
Niagara always does sweet love grow

upon my life’s arc
there is a permanent glow
how I wish all of you
sooner than later to Niagara go
make the most beautiful
of all God's presentations of love
naturally within you flow

Thy Divine Dinning Design

Golden Steps to churn the pot
One day is a hit while the other is not

Solid foundation
Yet no stones on top

Thy grey steps destroy the pot
Clear sight, yet blind to the skies

Divine dining only to die
Thy improper method to cook

The Boundless Sea

I wish to know if my spirit could be bound

Like the seemingly endless sea we found

Nobody recalls the beginning of one’s life

Stormy times we go through, amounts of strife

I wish I could tack from New England to Old

See all the glorious stories I had been told

Yet I can only see but the sweep of a gull

Above our boat and off the beat up hull

I wish I knew the meaning of you

Endless sea of greenish blue

Where storms, then calm, bring satisfaction

Where there really is no thought - planned action

The Day After Thanksgiving...

Half formed flakes of snow
like almost opened parachutes
spiral toward the ground
Splat, they die, melting
like the Wicked Witch of the West

The crows, already evil-tempered
envy the squirrels holed up
and plot revenge, for the first sunny day
Everything stops and I am aware
of the silence; forced by the shivers

Bedraggled pigeons, leave the wires
finding solace in the house of God
where the pastor forgot to nail screen
He is dozing by the fire, unaware of
the soft voices in the belfry

All her love...

She found me...
out along the path.

I was barely clinging to life...
stuck between the cracks.

Her soft hands so gentle...
as she carried me here.

She set me in fresh soil...
now many years have passed.

She waters me still.

Occasionally she sings to me ...
turning my pot on the sill.

Often she turns the blinds...
that I may bask in the sun.

But would she ever believe?
that I could one day bloom...

I wonder if she ever thinks...
that there's beauty inside of me?

Pando ( the tale of a Thanksgiving rooster)

Everyone is sleeping
as light slowly breaks
welcoming this Thanksgiving day.

I'm careful, stepping softly,
tiptoeing if you will...
hens nestled upon thier batch.

Into the coop I go, like a slueth,
beneath my feet the leaves and twigs snap.

This mornings' chill is warmer still
than the farmers axe upon my neck
and my tired eyes begin to close...

I whisper "farewell" to that old fence post, witholding my final call, I refuse to perch...
extra sleep my gift to all.

A WINTRY AUTUMN IN CANADA. NOV CONTEST

You make one feel
like a young woman indeed
roaming in the Garden of Victoria
on an evening wintry cold nude absolutely

no fear of Adam’s spear
he was meant to sow without fear

seasonal youth has since evaded
we have been with snow loaded

leaves buds and petals
have all suddenly withered away
comes autumn now our way
smearing all fragrance astray

colorful hues go away whom, does autumn bare
as if she was another one
of her lovely womanly ware

Christmas -ish. Haiku -ish.

A coddling of eggs,
emptying of Santas sack,
an old bird well stuffed.

Obi.

Santa

I wish that Santa was still real,
Grandma and Gramps would be here
and Dad and my sister Anne,
Pal too my beagle hound.
They all taught me what loving is.

I wish Santa was still real.
The trip to Grammy’s and Pa’s
was a thing to wait for each year.
The entire family there,
all nine uncles and aunts,
and my cousins.
A potpourri the result of love.

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