January 31, 2026

Winners

DecidedI wrote on water / the surface trembled slightly / circles gently spread out

@Agnes-de-Lodz25

#1

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Artists LoveTo have an artist fall for you / Is to be loved slowly, / With patience and wonder.

#2

34

Tea Leavesi saw the watercolour portrait / of your eyes / while making tea.

#2

34

Other poems

LimitlessOh just for a moment / let me climb out of my body / and feel the vastness of the crashing ocean waves.

33

Synthetic diamonds cut just as roughWe learn truth from glossy pages / and history from yellowed ones / The mouth of man can never be trusted

28

Body's LanguageListen to your body, / you see— it speaks in a language / simpler than your heart or mind.

16

a fiction of the suna woman's passion is a fiction of the sun / a radiance that forms and lingers / it's time burning like a rag in a guttering flame

14

Winter is coming!The wind whispered to the trees / Who sent messages in fallen leaves / The bluebell rang out the alarm

@terence-james-potter6

11

A word is dead1212 / A word is dead / When it is said,

Emily Dickinson7

10

The Echo in the LowWhen the room is quiet and the floor is cold, / And the "someday" stories feel tired and old / I look at the shadow beside my feet

9

under the vielreconstruct a broken heart / mend it with love / the stitches might come undone,

@poeticaofisshues40

7

step into yourselfthere's a world inside your mind / and it wants you to find / a place for others,

7

Reflections of YousThe you that lives above the surface, / in front of others / for validation

7

Song of the RiderCórdoba. / Far away, and lonely. / Full moon, black pony,

Federico García Lorca16

7

I'm Your ManIf you want a lover / I'll do anything you ask me to / And if you want another kind of love

Leonard Cohen46

6

A Clear Day and No MemoriesNo soldiers in the scenery, / No thoughts of people now dead, / As they were fifty years ago,

Wallace Stevens13

5

The Genius Of The Crowdthere is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average / human being to supply any given army on any given day / and the best at ****** are those who preach against it

Charles Bukowski43

4

On Looking Into The Eyes Of A Demon LoverHere are two pupils / whose moons of black / transform to cripples

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