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A sad announcement

February 19, 2020

We are deeply saddened by the passing of Jess Tapper (weirdelf). Jess was a founding member, a former member of the Board of Trustees, the first ever Neopoet AEC Chair (in addition to being an eight time AEC/AC member), and most recently, the Director of Workshops and a member of our Cabinet.

We will hold a series of events to memorialize Jess, including:

- Jess Tapper's friends on Neopoet will host a chat room on Saturday, February 22, at 7 pm Eastern (11 am on Sunday, February 23 in Sydney, Australia)

- We've opened our forum -

Andrew & Paul

Legends, Myth and Tall Tales

Dark Side Chat with Geezer presents stories on the wild side. Do you believe in big foot, aliens or ghosts ?
Write a poem about any above subject or your own. This coming Saturday at 8 PM EST.
If you want your poem scrolled please contact Neopoet Chat by private message by Thursday midnight.

Come join our monthly contest read the description below.
Description:This month's contest will be about an EARLY Spring, not just Spring, but an early Spring. It should be thirty lines or less, (one or two more will be allowed). Any form, it must be about anticipated, wished for or actual. From any viewpoint; yours, children, animals, ect. Prewritten poems are allowed but must conform too parameters.

January 2020 Contest Results

Congratulations to the winner: Sparrow 42
Please visit the winning poem here:

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

Election Results (February 2020)

We would like to cordially welcome the new members of the 26th Administrative Council:

Alan S Jeeves, AC Chair

And, in alphabetical order:

c lynn brooks
Roscoe Lane

Please join us in congratulating the new AC and wishing them the best for the upcoming term.

AC Election: Announcement (January 2020)

Our election begins today, with the following individuals on the ballot:

Roscoe Lane
Miranda Ortiz
Edna Sweetlove
Alan S Jeeves
c lynn brooks

The election will continue until Saturday, February 1st (5 pm Eastern Time).

You may view the voting guide (and candidates may update their responses) here:


The stream (all workshops)

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


The oak and rowan slumber still
Reposing in their frosted bed;
Holding off the shivered chill
Dormant, docile, all but dead.
Skeletons drab against the blue
Leafless limbs up-reaching high,
Clothed in sleeves of frozen dew
Below them hidden secrets lie.

Pithead Tragedy

Still the women wait in trembling hope
Near the pit head deep in the valley;
The earth's turbulence has long abated;
"Let him live, dear God", each prays silently.

Still they linger, knees bloodied from kneeling
Hopelessly on the old cobbled main street,
Eyes ugly red from constant weeping.
Not daring to acknowledge the worst.

Still lies the sad morning after the vigil,
For now there are no more survivors.
"Fuck this for a fucking waste of time,"
Yells Fat Irene as she waddles off to the pub.

Spring Escapes Again! ... [February Contest]

Squirrels and birds, laze in the trees
The skunk has dug holes in my lawn
I hear some crows scolding, see the cat freeze
In the hour just before dawn

My window's up, with a small screen
Frozen ground, is very brown bare
Ragged grass that's still so green
A faint mildew smell to the air

But, I know it won't last
A storm's brewing out west
It's heading here fast
This here's just a test

An Early Visit( February Contest)

Drying March winds in February
a deluge of spring rain flooding over the land
and poor mister cardinal is too early
with his mating song
and does not understand

Flora and fauna have woken to soon
on close observation there is still ice
around the moon

Groundhog perplexed there was no shadow
yet calendar claims
six more weeks of winter to go

Would be nice if this
early spring could last
and stay until the winter
has passed


When the river gets pregnant
They say the tides are high.

You will see them, fishermen,
In the recesses of the forest
where the water's saffron robe reaches.

And when the antelopes appear
With their weak kind
To drink or to cross to the other side
Arises the bullies
As the crocodiles and Pythons lay siege,
Fate not destiny, fate not destiny!

Twas The Queen Of Shiresham Retreat ‘Poem’

Visual guild. As we consume thy perceptions.

Imagine reality. As we resume our intentions.

Let here ye sign signature of rose flower oaths.

Everlasting with hope. For we shall last for eternity.

Foreseen malice of Shiresham Retreat.

As thou ancestors betrothed in the garden.

-A Poem By Kev Chino’

What she said

What She Said

And I’m not the perfect one

The Trouble with Women in Paradise (Prose Poem)

The Lord Jehovah glared impatiently at the whining, demonic female form at his feet. “Shut up, Lilith!” She would not, but continued shedding huge crocodile tears, then defiantly stomped the newly-formed paradisiacal soil with a cloven foot.

Riding the Storm

 Riding the Storm

Different worlds

So much is written, carved or etched in stone,
so many lies and lies within us lie,
buried inside like poisonous temptations!
For different worlds we march to war
and die!

Apathy fills the air,
we fear the sound we hear when nothing happens.
the burdens laid upon our shoulders
will get us grounded to a different world.


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