25 Lines and Fewer

ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.

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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 Ann Taylor, Jane 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 Barbara Crooker

It’d been a long winter, rags of snow hanging on; then, at the end
of April, an icy nor’easter, powerful as a hurricane. But now
I’ve landed on the coast of Maine, visiting a friend who lives...

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 ...

By Stephen Kuusisto

Fires, always fires after midnight,
the sun depending in the purple birches
...

By Major Jackson

This downpour of bad reasoning, this age-old swarm,
this buzzing about town, this kick and stomp
through gardens, this snag on the way to the mall,...

By William Wordsworth

Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom
But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb, ...

What People are Saying

"I learned that no matter how many times I do it, I will still be nervous when I speak in public. I also learned that it is possible to experience the same poem many times in a row and still feel like I am discovering something new about myself through the words of the writer."
Madeleine Schroeder
2017 OH POL Champion