25 Lines and Fewer

ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2016-2017 competition.

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By Muriel Rukeyser

Great Alexander sailing was from his true course turned
By a young wind from a cloud in Asia moving
Like a most recognizable most silvery woman;...

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –         
   When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;         
   Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush          ...

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you...

By Thomas Carew

Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream ...

By Nate Klug

Something blurred, warmed
in the eye’s corner, like woodsmoke
becoming tears;...

By Gertrude Stein

Why am I if I am uncertain reasons may inclose.   
Remain remain propose repose chose.   
I call carelessly that the door is open   ...

By Jane Taylor, Ann Taylor

TWINKLE, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are !
Up above the world so high, ...

By Charles Wright

Ancient of Days, old friend, no one believes you’ll come back.   
No one believes in his own life anymore.
...

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   ...

By J. Allyn Rosser

Go home. It's never what you think it is,
The kiss, the diamond, the slamdance pulse in the wrist.
Nothing is true, my dear, not even this ...

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2016 ME POL Champion