Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

Home

Community News

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

September 2021 Poetry Contest Winner

Congratulations to C Lynn Brooks
For winning the September 2021 Neopoet Poetry Contest.
Please view the winning poem and leave a comment

Night Rider

Turn an eye to the
lonely sky
with billowing clouds
pregnant with rain
hiding a waning moon
winds are screaming to the night
ti's an omen
so they say

Heed where ye travel
beware what ye do
above all whisper
the words ye shall say

For he rides
in the dark
searching for men to slay
would it be the ones gone wrong
with debauchery and lie
of the evil
that men do

Keep a razor sharp eye
take care lest you stray
into a cold and darkened night
he is waiting to take your soul
and there is no giving back

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/night-rider

Neopoet Random Challenge Seven

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) Butterflies in my stomach
2) Running on empty
3) Write an acrostic poem with Neopoet as the baseline
4) She is an animal

Description: Create a Free Form poem 20 lines or there about. Employ what poetic device you may see as proper. Enter one poem only.

Objectives: Become familiar or caught up on use of poetic devices in Free Form poetry.
For those that need a reference on literary devices please feel free to visit the link below
https://literarydevices.com/rhythm/
The winner receives a three-month premium membership and a 25 dollar gift certificate for amazon.com
Best of luck to all contestants

August 2021 Poetry Contest Winner

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

Sydney Xmas Limerick

At Christmas in Sydney it's hot
(wintry and snowy it's not)
So on the nude beach
Remember to reach
And smother some cream on your bot.

https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/poems/sydney-xmas-limerick

The stream (all workshops)

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

 

Pipe Bagpipes Pipe

Solemn tonics are oft’ lost at the palace halls:
as was a glass slipper at the prince’s dance balls.
King Odysseus’ return home to his kingdom;
and the lost city, Atlantis and its wisdom.
Pipe bagpipes pipe let the airways reverberate,
pipe bagpipes pipe; repipe, droning, droning, droning.

Crayon Lines

Where is my line?

What is you?
What is me?

Where is the threat?
Where do I step?

My lines get drawn in crayon.

Your Love

Your love
I seek
you are mine
within reach
searching you
on every beach
come love me
I'm within reach''

SEARCHING INSTEAD OF SEEKING HOWZ IT NOW STAN AND GEE

The Language Of Drunk (Acrostic Poem)

Three sheets to the wind, the boat meanders
Hammered with repeated blows
Euphoric for triumph

Loaded with accessories
Annihilating the blue screen of death
Naggin-bottle, empty and sweaty
Groggy from exhaustion and blows
Under the weather deck
Addicted in a weakened state
Giddy as dusk approaches
Erunk, the past becomes present

Oiled on troubled waters
Fried from battling the waves

Dancing With Rabbits

A wriggled nose invitation
To dance into myself.
A shout of joyous salvation

Dappled skin;
What a grin!

With a slant and a sway
The happy whiskers
Carry me away.

She's An Animal... [Neopoet Random Challenge #7]

She was such an animal
She took away my heart
She ate it up with relish
She had me from the start

Eyes of brown and curly-haired
Snuggles every night
She kissed me with abandon
Everything I did was right

We swam in the lake and partied
I held her, oh so close
Breakfast every morning
We ate berry-jam on toast

One day she up and left me
I was stunned beyond belief
I remember quite distinctly
My heart was full of grief

Rejoice

Rabbit.
Knows how to leap
To grass where my muse creates.
Be my forever dance partner.
Let's play.

The Crumbled Love (Reviewed)

I never knew your love was mechanized with emotional product
What a default love
You’re a toxic woman
Always on the merchandise
You intentionally set up your love as high jump
Where i would climb and crash like a broken bottle

Your love was wolf in sheep clothing
When you seduced me beyond repair
I’m now debris of a dust pan
I’ve wasted my financial resources
On your incessant exotic desires and pleasures

Overtly, your pigment is a snare in the eyes of passerby

The Visit

Iron gate, unlatched,
cedars quietly swaying;
from the West, a new moon sails by.
On your tomb, neglected –
one wilted rose and a letter of goodbye.

Moonshadows cast scintilla of radiance
on your picture framed by granite:
praying, I pause with clasped hands.

Soon the dawns
will be merry and twittering,
there will be luminous tomorrows.
Keep living –
don’t be drained by sorrow.

Absence

As I open my eyes the morning scurries about
gaining purchase in all of my senses
from the blatant light spilling through the window,
and the chill clinging to the edges of the night before

And I’ve already been thinking a lot
about holes, the empirical shape of loss,
and how they relate to grief

In the realm of my sorrow these shapes
aren’t ruled by the laws of physics.
Sometimes the holes visit me as colors,
often red and angry at the thievery

Pages

(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.