February 28, 2026

Winners

table rock, south carolinathe Carolinas sweat in the summer, / swamps seep ******* humid heat / and the trees bleed hot sap into

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tonighttonight / the city howls a strange humming sound / the night is cold

#2

19

The Clock That Refuses to SpeakI keep a silent clock, / one that will not mark the hours / with its bright little hammers,

@Geof_Spavins34

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19

Other poems

The Shifting City: The House of Unspoken Departures (1)Field Journal, Entry #804 / I. Room One – The Almost‑Departure / The door doesn’t close behind me.

@VerseBuster304

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Wounded god.There is no peace beyond my door, / the streets roar like a restless sea. / They sell me light by the second hand,

17

"When we first tried to understand . . ."When we first tried to understand, / it was a brutal labour. / Our souls built muscle on anecdote,

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Anatomy of an IslandShe lets his moon soaked mast / skim the strands of her mane / in lambent streams

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Let's Be DifferentOne day, let's go against the current—let's be different. / Let's break this silence and find our words again. / The world is bound by its rules and laws,a cage of its own design,

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The Only Life We HaveWe live the only life we have / Disrupted sleep is / What we have instead,

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ClaimantI ask the page / who may call themselves a writer, / who may dare the name of poet,

@Geof_Spavins29

9

ThroatMy words are swallowed / by your tongue. / No room.

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Eczema NightsWe are the unfortunate patients, / we can’t have true bed rest. / Baby skin can’t appear at its best

@Thesilentobserver40

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Through Your LensesI gave you my heart. / You coated it in the hue / of your eye lenses.

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When are you coming home?My eyes fixed upon the window sill, / While my ears wait for the doorbell's ring. / Even if you don't bring any presents still;

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The Night A god Walked MidgardIn a wood where the ravens rehearsed how to die, / And the moon wore a grin much too crooked to try, / A man met a god—though the god wouldn’t say—

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Ballade of the Young King in Wait; Never NumberedAcross the desert plains, the arid steppe, / Through mudden marchen-marsh he drags his tread; / Labored the breath that will not yet accept

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to Maiden of Iron Braids -rest my rust, for thou contained for years, / contained my breaths for long, / thou held my wrists, and soul along,

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Sweet ButterfliesThose were the days / When heartache felt like a melody / That I wished never stopped playing..

@Straysynapser30

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Slab of Jade: Dedicated to PoetsWhere are you poet? / You poetess? / I search and become everything:

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Heavy BreakfastAfter every courtroom dinner session, / the night weeps long. / Pages confess how life keeps getting it wrong.

@Thesilentobserver26

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