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May 2020 Contest Announcement

Earth Day is an important part of the year.
Write a poem that relates to the earth or the climate.
The poem must be between 25-30 lines, anything over 32 will be eliminated.
Best of luck to all our members!
Remember to have fun and stay safe during these tough times.

April 2020 Contest Winner!

Congratulations to the winner: lovedly
Please visit the winning poem here:

Thank you to all participants for entering this past contest and all contests.

A Sad Announcement

We have learned that a very special member of our community has passed away. Richard Robichaud (themoonman) has passed away unexpectedly. Richard was a founding member of Neopoet. He had served on many Administrative Councils and was a valuable member of the Neopoet administration. He will be dearly missed. Please visit the forum below if you wish to leave a message.

April Contest Announcement

This month's contest asks the members to post their best poem from your history on Neopoet.
Maximum amount of lines is 24.
Go dig in and don't forget to have fun doing it.
Stay safe in these tough times.
Select the proper contest!

March Contest Winner

Congratulations to the winner: Miserably Happy
Please visit the winning poem here:

Thank you to all participants for entering this past contest and all contests.

The stream (all workshops)

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


Lights, camera, action

My broken heart
has been
to the depths of hell,
where serpents tail licked my soul
and spat in disgust

Te... te... te...

and after

whipped me up
and threw me against a wall
covered in red ivy

Smashing my lifeless body
leaving me slumped on the bloody ground

and yet

My soul arising from these chains
I have dragged around for so long

Awakening to rays of sun
and the sound of the birds
singing a song of joy.


Its 3am,
I feel numb
Im slowly dying
Feeling the tears roll down my cheeks
Unable to sleep
Its 3am
I havent slept in days
Unable to eat even a piece of toast without feeling disappointed in myself
Im broken.

What is Silence?

Silence is snow falling outside your door
Turning the world into seamless white
Covering up all things ugly and impure
Quietly caressing the earth through the night

Silence is a mime telling stories without words
Using only features on his face recorded
He's understood perfectly though his voice isn't heard
By all that see him he's greatly adored

Future (May contest )

I know that these days are now true
The before times what you had to do
Times change my friends from what we knew
The ups and downs we saw them through

I have looked through the window
It is life I saw scurrying around
We mock the termites and all the ants
Now look at us doing the same dance.

There is no way that I can see
No directive for humanity
This is just a random thing
We exist only because we begin.

Searching for an Inventive Poem

I searched for a poem
in the rising sun, in
the absent moon, in
the darkness of the night,
and in the day-lighted noon,

in the shops and the streets,
in the green medows and weeds,

I searched in the broken shells
in the empty shores, in the
unbeatable forts and
in the broken walls.

I searched under the rainbows,
among the clouds,
in the far horizon
where the ocean and the sky bound.

I searched for a poem
And here it's found


A late spring night and a storm rages
as I sit alone with one lamp on
thinking of the coming ages.
It is mere hours until dawn.

The lightning strobes and thunder blasts
and rain assaults my small abode
yet my mind drifts to the past.
The memories are a heavy load.

Then recollections come to a stop
beside a creek and ruined bridge
back when I still had hair on top
and stood observing far side ridge.

The waiting

waiting, always waiting
some to be born
others to die
rows upon rows of people
what is it all for
empty rooms with empty chairs
all to be filled with the ones waiting

Time travels in a Mobius strip
we travel the same path
endlessly floating between
past present and future
always waiting in time without end


Passion rarely dies
[email protected]
Aussies are too
all know it

I love the beach
and your sunny
sun down the ocean
snap its a beauty
have you ever read me my
Moms Smiles
do please


when riders ride
they ride like


They never look back
were's my valet
and now
do read this

Lovely must have been
her ass
or horse's
will you help
find hers

The Moon in the Well

The Moon's reflection
fits in a brick well,
taking me back to the
original question.
I dream that I'm the first mortal.
I walk barefoot
gazing at galaxies.
The solitude of primitive earth
numbs me with unbearable cold.

The breath of our Creator
blows the tides of the oceans
and I feel the first awe.
Creation unfurls into a mathematical universe.
Space generates stars,
the Moon is a platinum oval.

En Plein Air Painting

I have seen the desert sunset
glow in molten lava hue;
each new setting of the sun
is more striking than the one
I had seen the day before.

A miniature tornado, the dust devil
rises on a hot late-afternoon,
then tears through horse pens
and shakes the barn.

Diffusing daylight, it proceeds
to haunt the open desert, twirling
tumbleweeds along its path
and pins all to the saguaro
cactus, the butcherbird’s
larder that displays small rodents
and birds fastened to its spines.


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