25 Lines and Fewer

ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2015-2016 competition.

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By Naomi Shihab Nye

In icy fields.

Is water flowing in the tank?...

By Ted Kooser

He was a big man, says the size of his shoes
on a pile of broken dishes by the house;
a tall man too, says the length of the bed...

By Donald Davie

A queer thing about those waters: there are noBirds there, or hardly any.
I did not miss them, I do not remember
Missing them, or thinking it uncanny....

By A. E. Stallings

The hounds, you know them all by name.
You fostered them from purblind whelps
At their dam’s teats, and you have come ...

By Edward Thomas

Yes. I remember Adlestrop—
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there...

By Robert Bridges

Love not too much. But how,
When thou hast made me such,
And dost thy gifts bestow,...

By Robert Wrigley

Because I have come to the fence at night,
the horses arrive also from their ancient stable.
They let me stroke their long faces, and I note ...

By Abigail Deutsch

One night, not long after the disaster,
as our train was passing Astor,
the car door opened with a shudder...

By Claude McKay

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
     And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves...

By Kate Bass

When I know you are coming home
I put on this necklace:
glass beads on a silken thread,...

What People are Saying

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Rose Horowitz
2016 ME POL Champion