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

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By Edwin Arlington Robinson

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
   Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born, ...

By Toi Derricotte

In the backyard of our house on Norwood,
there were five hundred steel cages lined up,
each with a wooden box ...

By James Merrill

I grow old under an intensity
Of questioning looks. Nonsense,
I try to say, I cannot teach you children ...

By Hailey Leithauser

No other song
                    or swoop (part
       quiver, part swivel and...

By Calvin Forbes

The slice I ate I want it back
Those crumbs I swept up
I’d like my share again...

By Lisel Mueller

Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration...

By Ricardo Pau-Llosa

As a boy he had trouble speaking,
past three before a real word preened
from his lips. And for the longest time,...

By Henry David Thoreau

The moon now rises to her absolute rule,
And the husbandman and hunter
Acknowledge her for their mistress. ...

By Karin Gottshall

Sometimes I say I’m going to meet my sister at the café—
even though I have no sister—just because it’s such
a beautiful thing to say. I’ve always thought so, ever since...

By Rodney Jones

The tortures of lumbago consumed Aunt Madge,
And Leah Vest, once resigned from schoolmarming,
Could not be convinced to leave the house, ...

What People are Saying

"I did not expect to fall in love with poetry. I just expected to recite and be done with it. After just sitting there and analyzing my poems, I realized that the stories told through these few words mean so much. I had to step out of myself and step into the author's shoes, and with that comes great work."
Kyla Rose Bates
2016 LA POL Champion