February 19, 2026

Winners

Anecdotal EvidenceNow here you come again to fetch me from the sea, / Ballast in my bones, this girl was born to sink; / A cautionary tale, I slip between the wood,

#1

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The winter I lost himI failed to act, I was so still, and now, I lost him. / The empty nights, I wonder why and how, I lost him. / A gentle soul, so dear, with no ill thoughts,

#2

29

Confess to meI know no one reads this. / And still I write. / Sometimes I try to catch myself in the act, am I confessing to the page, or am I leaving breadcrumbs for someone I hope will stumble across me and finally say, “I see it. I see you.”

#3

27

Other poems

Myself withinI came upon myself within / The deep parts of my mind / And there I saw no face or skin

26

MotivationThat which I do not have / Nor desire / I have all one could need

26

good night, good morning! I always weigh myselfbefore going to sleep, / and when awakened, / to see exactly how much

@nat-lipstadt12

21

The park we used to play atToday I visited the park we used to play at / I saw the swings we sat on / And it was strange

21

within my bonesi just can’t leave her. no i cannot abandon, / the little girl who’s under my flesh, deep below. / she’s a ghost of someone, someone oddly familiar,

21

Who is faithfulThey say,"when the crow loses his wife,he never looks for another." / Is it love ,loyalty or deep sadness?the answer is pretty simple,once the heart loves faithfully,it can never be a stab of betrayal. / It is really beautiful to grasp your heart well,to feel it ,to fight for it and to believe in it.

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Saying Goodbye Would Make Me CryChained to a heart, that weighs of gold, / Worn, crumbling pillars, that I hold. / My tired grip, has left to fail,

@jacob-eirschele13

20

Tuberositas In My MindI woke up every night. / I thought it was your voice. / But I didn't have any light.

16

DoubtDoubt is a faint chill / you feel while sitting / in a cozy place,

15

An American PortraitFixed melancholy, how you find me! / Crawled down out of the mystical fog / The burial holds the weight of the world against me

@blackcatpoetry26

13

Day Often Brings Truth DisguisedEmaciated recluse living in a dilapidated old house, hiding stockpiles of stocks, bonds, gold and coin. / Deeds logged secretly by an insincere philanthropist to measure feigned compassion-- / All adding up to a colossal collection of broken mirror shards of the image of one.

@DanielTucker13

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