November 2026 is the season's big book-prize month for poets. Yale, BOA, Georgia, Nightboat, Fordham's Poetic Justice prizes and Beloit's Chad Walsh chapbook all close, plus a handful of single-poem contests, broadsides and paying journal calls. Below is a curated roundup of poetry contests November 2026 and related calls we verified on official contest or publisher pages. … [Read more...] about Poetry Submission Deadlines November 2026
What Is Life?, By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Resembles life what once was deem'd of light,Too ample in itself for human sight?An absolute self--an element ungrounded--All that we see, all colours of all shadeBy encroach of darkness made?--Is very life by consciousness unbounded?And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,A war-embrace of wrestling life and death? … [Read more...] about What Is Life?, By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A Sunset, By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Upon the mountain's edge with light touch resting,There a brief while the globe of splendour sitsAnd seems a creature of the earth; but soonMore changeful than the Moon,To wane fantastic his great orb submits,Or cone or mow of fire: till sinking slowlyEven to a star at length he lessens wholly. Abrupt, as Spirits vanish, he is sunk!A soul-like breeze possesses all the … [Read more...] about A Sunset, By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Phantom, By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All look and likeness caught from earth,All accident of kin and birth,Had pass'd away. There was no traceOf aught on that illumined face,Uprais'd beneath the rifted stoneBut of one spirit all her own;--She, she herself, and only she,Shone through her body visibly. … [Read more...] about Phantom, By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sonnet: [Translated from Marini], By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Lady, to Death we're doom'd, our crime the same!Thou, that in me thou kindled'st such fierce heat;I, that my heart did of a Sun so sweetThe rays concentre to so hot a flame.I, fascinated by an Adder's eye--Deaf as an Adder thou to all my pain;Thou obstinate in Scorn, in Passion I--I lov'd too much, too much didst thou disdain.Hear then our doom in Hell as just as stern,Our … [Read more...] about Sonnet: [Translated from Marini], By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
An Exile, By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Friend, Lover, Husband, Sister, Brother!Dear names close in upon each other!Alas! poor Fancy's bitter-sweet--Our names, and but our names can meet. … [Read more...] about An Exile, By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge

