🌍 Announcing the 4th Edition of Neopoet Around The Globe Anthology

Our Fourth Edition Is Now Live

We are proud to announce that the 4th Edition of the Neopoet Around The Globe Anthology is now officially live on Amazon and available in eBook, Paperback, and Hardcover formats.

This latest edition represents the continued growth of our global poetry community — bringing together voices, perspectives, and creativity from poets around the world. Each page reflects the passion, resilience, and imagination that defines Neopoet.

A Special Thank You

This anthology would not have been possible without the dedication and teamwork of many individuals:

Formatting Excellence
Bojan — Pixel Studio
Thank you for your continued professionalism and outstanding formatting across our anthologies.

Transcription Support
Martyna B.
Your careful work and dedication helped bring these poems together into a cohesive and polished collection.

Publishing Team Recognition

A heartfelt thank you to our publishing team:

• Paul
• Geezer
• Mark

Your collaboration, effort, and commitment helped make this fourth edition a reality.

Congratulations To

We would also like to congratulate:

🏆 Contest Winners
💎 Neo Gems Selections
✍️ All Contributing Members

Your words and creativity continue to make Neopoet a truly global poetry community.

Now Available on Amazon

The 4th Edition of Neopoet Around The Globe Anthology is now available:

Amazon listing:
amazon.com/dp/B0GGZ8BQ39

Available in:

• eBook
• Paperback
• Hardcover

Reviews Welcome

If you enjoy the anthology, reviews are always welcome and appreciated. Your feedback helps support the poets and share their voices with a wider audience.

Thank You

Thank you to everyone who contributed, supported, and believed in this project.
Together, we continue to build something meaningful — one poem at a time.

The Neopoet Team 🌍📖✨

📰 What's Happening at neopoet
March / 2026

🌟 A Community in Motion

Neopoet has been moving with purpose lately.

New voices are stepping into the stream.
Returning members are sharpening their craft.
The workshop has been alive with thoughtful feedback and honest engagement.

There’s a rhythm to the site right now — steady, creative, and focused.

To our newest members: welcome.
You’ve joined a space where poetry is taken seriously, and writers support one another.

Let’s take a moment to recognize the work shared this month.

🏆 Monthly Contest

📌 Contest:
02/26 The Love Of Hoarding

🥇 Winner:
     Candlewitch

📝 Winning Poem:
     Love of Hoarding 

🖋 Monthly Challenges

The challenges this month pushed creativity in new directions.
Every prompt brought out something different in our poets.

Challenge Winners

📌 02/26 It’s here somewhere
🥇 Winner: Geezer
📝 Winning Poem: I Think I Saw It Yesterday... -

 

📌 02/26 This Is Why I Can’t Have Nice Things
🥇 Winner: |Wallyroo92
📝 Winning Poem: Angry 

 

📌 Prompt: 02/26 Between the Lines of a Normal Day

🥇 Winner:  Cecily
📝 Winning Poem: Perfect afternoon 

 

📌 Prompt: 02/26 What I Carried Quietly

🥇 Winner: William Lynn
📝 Winning Poem: The Letter Never Written 

 

🏆New Member Contest

It’s always encouraging to see new members step forward with confidence.

📌 Contest: 02/26 New Member Contest

🥇 Winner: Kevin Bici

📝 Winning Poem: Selenophile 

We’re glad you’re here. Keep writing. Keep sharing.

🖼 Image Prompt Contest

The latest image inspired a wide range of interpretations.

📸 Contest: 
02/26 Sunset Romance

 

🥇 Winner:  William Lynn

📝 Winning Poem: Shadows At Sunset

💬 A Note to the Community

Neopoet works because of participation.
Because writers show up.
Because critiques are thoughtful.
Because encouragement is real.

The momentum we’re seeing isn’t accidental — it’s built by the people here.

Let’s keep that going.

— The Neopoet Team

✨ Another chapter closes, and the ink is still warm.

This past cycle at Neopoet was filled with risk-taking lines, honest voices, and poems that didn’t play it safe. From quiet revelations to fearless metaphors, you showed us—again—why this community exists. As we turn the page, it’s time to honor the work that stood out and look ahead to what’s coming next.

Below you’ll find Winners from our recently completed contests and challenges, followed by a glimpse of the new creative doors about to open.

  🏆 Weekly Poetry Contest Winner
Neopoet Weekly 01/25/26 to 1/31/25
• Winner: Candlewitch
• Poem: Fresh Fruit Rotten Hand

🧩 Weekly Writing Challenge Winners
Our challenges this cycle have wrapped. These poets brought creativity, curiosity, and courage to the page.

01/26 Inner Storm
• Winner: Mark
• Poem: Borrowed Red 

01/26 Secret Agent
• Winner: |Wallyroo92
• Poem: Secret Agent

01/26 Advice To My Mother
•Winner:M. Browne 
• Poem: Whiplash

01/26 Meeting My Crazy Family
• Winner: Clentin
• Poem: My Crazy Family

🏠2025 Neopoet Anthology Front Page Contest
• Winner: Geezer
• Poem: Open Sez Me...

🖼️ Image Contest 
01/26 While the World Freezes
• Winner:|Shantie Moyo
• Poem: Back When I Was Kept

🏅 01/26 New Member Contest
• Winner: Rita
• Poem: Empowerment

🏅 Monthly Contest
01/26 A Life Changing Moment
• Winner: William Lynn
• Poem: The Moment It Happened

✨ New Contests Coming Up
A fresh round of prompts and opportunities is right around the corner. New weekly contests, challenges, and image inspiration will be opening soon—so keep an eye on the site and get ready to write. 

or visit this month's Contests

Whether you’re returning or stepping forward for the first time, the page is waiting.

Write boldly,
The Neopoet Team ✨

🖋️ Where words find their home

Neopoet Monthly Newsletter

[December 31st 2026]

🌟 From the Neopoet Team

Another month, another reminder of why this community matters.
Your words and voices continue to turn prompts into lived experiences—stories that challenge, comfort, and connect us across borders and time zones.

Thank you for showing up, creating bravely, and supporting one another.

Let’s celebrate this month’s standouts 👇

🏆 Challenge Winners

Each challenge brought its own pulse, its own emotional terrain—and these four poets rose to the top.

🥇 Challenge Winner #1

Poet: Clentin
Challenge: 12/25 My Favorite Mistake
Link to poem: Favorite Mistakes

🥈 Challenge Winner #2

Poet:  Anna Severchuk
Challenge: 12/25 Did I Do That?

Link to poem: Light Returns

🥉 Challenge Winner #3

Poet: Geezer
Challenge: 12/25 Most Recent Diary Entry
Link to poem: Digital Dairy... 

Short, specific praise.

⭐ Challenge Winner #4

Poet: Clentin
Challenge: 12/25 Awkward Invitation

Link to poem: First Meeting

Short, specific praise.

👏 Congratulations to all four winners!
Your work reminds us that poetry is not just written—it’s felt.

🖼️ Image Contest Winner

Words met visuals this month, and the results were powerful.

🎨 Image Contest Champion

Poet: |Shantie Moyo
Image Prompt Link: Image Contest 12/25

Link to poem: Just Another Monday at the Office 

 🏆 Monthly Contest Winner

Poet: BlueSkies
Contest Link: 12/25 Winter Whines

Link to poem: Winter Whines

This month’s Contests 

https://neopoet.com/contest/current

💬 Community Notes

• Thank you to our judges for the time, care, and insight you bring each month.
• Thank you to every poet who submitted—your courage to share is what keeps Neopoet alive.
• If your name isn’t here this time, know this: your voice still matters.

❤️ Closing Words

Neopoet is more than contests and winners.
It’s a shared space where creativity is respected, growth is encouraged, and no one writes alone.

We’re grateful to walk this road with you.

Until next month,
— The Neopoet Team

Celebrate Our New Anthology!

Join us in celebrating the release of our latest anthology, a vibrant collection of poetry that spans the globe. This edition brings together the diverse voices and perspectives of poets from every corner of the world, offering a rich tapestry of experiences and emotions.

Just as the world is a mosaic of unique personalities, this anthology reflects that diversity through a variety of poetic styles and themes. From poignant reflections on love and loss to spirited celebrations of nature and culture, each poem offers a glimpse into the human experience.

This collection is more than just a book; it's a journey through the hearts and minds of poets who speak to the universal human condition. A perfect addition to any library, it promises to inspire, provoke thought, and offer a moment of connection with the world around us. Celebrate with us and add this beautiful anthology to your collection today!

Click here to purchase

Thank you to all the members that have made this anthology possible.

Please read the finalists and choose which poem you like most. Voting ends March 28th 2025.

Best of luck to both Contestants.

Like lambs to the slaughter

By: Tigger Kaz

We're waiting to be slaughtered,
Sat quivering in our stalls.
Eager for that rush of boldness,
Much as Aslan, before he falls.

Lambs lured into darkness,
Ruled by lion's iron rod of fear.
And trapped by their weakness,
Lost the battle, over the years.

Pushed joy right out the gateway,
When they joined that sheeply flock.
Yet the Meek may flee the lion,
In the final tick, of doomsday's clock.

Seeking comfort in memories,
Of the boldness that they lost.
At the sound of pitiful bleating,
It's our lives that fear did cost

Avebury Stones of Lambs

By: Ruby Lord

They say this place be ancient, see,
a circle full of mystery.
Like Stonehenge, but minor so not quite,
it’s different, bounded by piles of shite.

These rocks, they stand proud yet small,
not doing much, a ring, that’s all.
The village smack-bang in the middle,
where people ponder on this riddle.

The druids came, or so we’re told,
to chant and dance in days of old.
The sheep lay low and chew the cud,
and young lambs bounce in fields of mud.

Now step with care and tread just so,
one wrong move and in you go.
It isn’t just the past waiting here,
but loads of droppings, far and near.

Still, folk will visit from far and wide,
to see the stones in countryside.
For me I see it plain as plain,
Just stones and shit and English rain.

Vote Here

Please read the finalists and choose which poem you like most. Voting ends March 28th 2025.

Best of luck to both Contestants.

Like lambs to the slaughter

By: Tigger Kaz

We're waiting to be slaughtered,
Sat quivering in our stalls.
Eager for that rush of boldness,
Much as Aslan, before he falls.

Lambs lured into darkness,
Ruled by lion's iron rod of fear.
And trapped by their weakness,
Lost the battle, over the years.

Pushed joy right out the gateway,
When they joined that sheeply flock.
Yet the Meek may flee the lion,
In the final tick, of doomsday's clock.

Seeking comfort in memories,
Of the boldness that they lost.
At the sound of pitiful bleating,
It's our lives that fear did cost

Avebury Stones of Lambs

By: Ruby Lord

They say this place be ancient, see,
a circle full of mystery.
Like Stonehenge, but minor so not quite,
it’s different, bounded by piles of shite.

These rocks, they stand proud yet small,
not doing much, a ring, that’s all.
The village smack-bang in the middle,
where people ponder on this riddle.

The druids came, or so we’re told,
to chant and dance in days of old.
The sheep lay low and chew the cud,
and young lambs bounce in fields of mud.

Now step with care and tread just so,
one wrong move and in you go.
It isn’t just the past waiting here,
but loads of droppings, far and near.

Still, folk will visit from far and wide,
to see the stones in countryside.
For me I see it plain as plain,
Just stones and shit and English rain.

Vote Here

Welcome to the 4th Neopoem of the year voting newsletter. Congratulations to all who participated in this year’s contests. This year our finalists are Mermaidmaster and Lavender. Below are their poems and a link to the ballot. Voting ends January 17th 2025. The winner receives a 100 dollar amazon gift card, Recognition on their member profile and published in our anthology,

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In Another Life I Live Bravely

By: MermaidMaster

I want to live in the tallest apartment in New
York City, and peer my gaping eyes through
my window to see only dancing beetles below.

I will wear expensive feathers and furs, I’ll
dance with strangers, and I’ll party for a while
with headliners after sold-out shows.

I’ll walk the streets wearing only perfume and
watch men stand agape as I strut past, too awed
at my nakedness proud and aglow.

I’ll rebel and I’ll wail and I’ll cry out,
“Change will come! Justice will prevail!”
And I won’t shut up until Change comes and goes.

I’ll play poker with CEO’s, and kiss strange men in taxis,
and spin through the nights like a globe on its axis;
to live with honeyed hi’s! And never with lows.

I’ll do pilates and yoga, drink only red wine,
and I won’t dwell on the men who used to be mine.
I’ll live fast and so furiously young,
and I’ll die gentle, soft and divine.

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To Those Who Walked

 By: Lavender

I hope you have a quiet day,
a kissing breeze,
sweet hours at ease
planting flowers, if you please,
and nothing there to rip it all away.
I hope you have that day.

I pray you have a gentle night,
under stars so deep
they soothe and keep
your soft breath flowing as you sleep
beneath the crescent moon and her earthlight.
I pray you have that night.

And may your memories be amended
to blissful skies and green earth, so splendid
that they embrace you when you close your eyes.
May this be the rich life you come to realize.

To those who walked through the blood of yesternight,
I hope for you this day. I pray for you this night.

Vote Here

Thank you for your effort.

Haunted Hotel Image Contest Vote

It’s time to vote for the winner!

Read the poems below and click on the link to vote

Voting ends November 7th 2024.

Image link

THE PHANTOM'S TALE.

By: Alex Tanner

"Oh! woe is me" the phantom wailed
As through ghostly halls his head he trailed:
"Oh! woe, Oh! woe, thrice woe again,
Eternally walking these halls of pain.
These walls wherein I met my doom
Hacked down in prime as flower in bloom.
You ask what crime deserves such fate
I'll tell a tale sad to relate.

In 1820 early one morn
The sun did herald a bright new dawn,
My lady called, Carruthers, here,
Bring early morning tea and fare.
Fare, a code, alone was she
Eager I ran, duty clear to see.
Full buxom was my lady fair
Lusts as fiery as her flaming hair.

She lay, disrobed on her silken bed
As I rushed in my clothes I shed
With a crash behind the door burst forth
His lordship there, his features coarse.
"Aha! cried he", Oho! cried I,
"I'm undone" cried she and swooning did lie
No chance had I, his sword hissed down
My head on carpet bounced around.

My tale is told, but things get worse
I'll tell you ere I end this verse
Of how, each hallows eve must I
Glide hotel halls, head held high
To frighten guests with curdling shrieks
And rattling chains on floors that creak,
But no one cares as I wail and moan
Great CGI they laugh, I groan".

Heartbreak Hotel

By Candlewitch

At the edge of Bremen township
Heartbreak Hotel, on the outskirt,
long ago shut down and boarded...
Sits heavy on a patch of dirt.

In its heyday, a jumpin' joint
sporting, dance floor piano Bar,
cafe, and comforts in Aces
noted by all to be five star.

Scandals hit hard, this Roadside Inn,
so many sorrows in those walls,
a place for secrets to gather
now paint peels as wallpaper falls.

Sue, and her swain, caught with pants down,
her husband burst into their room.
Caught in the act, the lovers cowered,
the gun in Jim's hand spelled their doom.

There were tears in Jim's eyes, he cried
as he aimed and shot them both dead.
His aim was truly on target,
her in the heart, him in the head.

Next Jim turned the gun on himself,
cognizant of what he had done.
He took a stiff drink from his flask
shot to the brain, dropping the gun...

Jim, Sue and her secret lover
caught in a time loop to repeat
deadly event costing their lives
ever replay this night of heat!

There are many stories, gruesome,
sordid events of lost humanity
about Heartbreak Hotel, 'tis true
the worst of lost sanity.

On a full moon, do not enter...
you wish to live, stray not a toe,
threshold of Death's agents live here
icy grasp, beginning of woe.

So many have taken the dare ,
to spend a ghastly frightful night
amongst pure evil as his Guest
heart strong enough to take this fright?

Vote Here

Please vote for your favorite poem. Voting is due November 1st 2024.

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The Orchard of Choices

 By Shantie Moyo

In the orchard of choices, where branches extend,
Each apple a decision, a path without end.
Some gleam like the morning, tempting and bright,
While others hang heavy, shrouded in night.

With fingers outstretched, I wander the rows,
Sifting through options, where uncertainty grows.
A crisp red allure, promising sweet taste,
Yet caution whispers, “Don’t rush; don’t waste.”

Beneath the green canopy, shadows entwine,
The weight of each choice, a burden divine.
Do I reach for the fruit that glistens with pride,
Or pause at the ones that humility hide?

Some apples are flawless, their surface a dream,
But inside they’re hollow, or bursting at the seam.
Others, though bruised, hold a wisdom untold,
Lessons wrapped gently in skins worn and old.

With each chosen apple, a path starts to form,
A journey unfolding, both chaotic and warm.
For life is an orchard, vast and unplanned,
Where choices like fruits are plucked from the hand.

So I gather my harvest, both bitter and sweet,
Embracing the journey, no matter the feat.
In the orchard of choices, I learn to believe,
That each fruit has its story, and I am the weave.

In ripened reflection, I stand here today,
Grateful for moments that led me this way.
For every decision has brought me to see,
The beauty in choices, and the power in me.

Taste Of Infinity

by Rula

Picking the fruit of eternity
A spark moment of truth held me 
To entice the appetite 
From the very first bite
An eternal taste
Easily traced
Superior 
Apple
 pie

Vote Here