February 7, 2026

Winners

Nails on a ChalkboardNails on a chalkboard, / Blade in your hand. / You've convinced yourself,

#1

42

PoetryPoetry gives life. / Helps me to breathe in deeply, / exhale in rhyme.

@lynn-stillman3

#2

36

Burnt wingsI am a moth / Whose wings are folded paper. / Sturdy enough to fly,

#3

35

Other poems

What I Still Reach ForThe story we never told / still lingers at the edges of my days. / Places we once shared feel altered now,

24

The Things a Drunk will DoBefore dawn, Highway 6 bridge. / Mallard ducks wobble across wet pavement. / I scatter bread,

23

Without CeremonyBy the time the room settled, / even the silence felt like it had moved on. / Shadows no longer clung to corners;

23

Left Up to MeYou said I was almost something— / almost bright enough to keep, / almost soft enough to hold without flinching,

21

1976On saturday afternoons / As a child / I was dumped off

20

A Metternichian View of PoetryI’ve had enough of revolutionaries, thanks / Caviar commandos puttin’ on a show / Wrecking the streets with their slogans and tanks

@lawrence-hall15

20

Nothing happened. But everything happened too. You know?Nothing happened. But everything happened too. You know? / "All the nothing, all the everything." / Life dripped like spilled mercury across the kitchen tiles.

@ParadoxicalPenguin23

18

Pain-Full CocktailsI'm walking the paths of my childhood, / They hold thousands of memories, / The laughs with Clément,

@TheClumsyGardener60

18

Self IncarcerationAs I half slumber into self incarceration / On the walls of my asylum / Electric spiders do their craft

17

For this World is Ours to Choose?We built a house against the storm, / a fragile pact to keep us warm. / We shaped its beams from hope and dread,

@marshal-gebbie49

16

Que podria decir yo de la vida?La vida... ¿qué podría decir yo de la vida?. / La niebla ha opacado mi camino tantas veces, / mi rumbo va de tropiezos y oportunidades,

6

subtle forms of LOVELET her see my soul she won't run from it / i'd have her travel through cuts on my body / it is a dream to have her sit in my neurons in the special way she sits

@saint-sabeer-amin26

3

TranspicuousSpecious speculative salacious spectral season / Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason / Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon

@toreinss-pinwinkel-iii30

2

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