April 2026 is here — and that means dozens of poetry submission deadlines are closing fast. Whether you’re chasing cash prizes, publication, or both, this curated list of poetry contests April 2026 and open magazines will help you get your work submitted before the windows close. Poetry Contests & Prizes Closing in April 2026 Quick Submission Tips for April 2026 … [Read more...] about Poetry Submission Deadlines April 2026: Contests, Prizes & Magazines Closing This Month
The Long Way Home, By: Phillip Jordan
Daring a footfall through this portal it was exhausting sweeping up the remnants of hubris from under the carpet left behind in my think tank’s truancy. It’s all clambering hands on deck I can’t keep all the recollections. Still, like memory foam melancholy and folly impressions remain, when they’re gone do I become immortal? This consciousness I have was never mine to … [Read more...] about The Long Way Home, By: Phillip Jordan
The Brownie, By: William Wordsworth
"How disappeared he?" Ask the newt and toad;Ask of his fellow-men, and they will tellHow he was found, cold as an icicle,Under an arch of that forlorn abode;Where he, unpropped, and by the gathering floodOf years hemmed round, had dwelt, prepared to tryPrivation's worst extremities, and dieWith no one near save the omnipresent God.Verily so to live was an awful choiceA choice … [Read more...] about The Brownie, By: William Wordsworth
The Battle For Rainey-Crick Ranch, By: Patrick Davis
I once worked for a feller, a gent who I liked really wellThe pay was good, the comp'ny too, the job fit perty swellBut he had this ole' red healer, a mangy cur named JoeAnd 'fore too long this much I knew: one of us had to go It was my first day in the outfit, and we was fixin' fenceWhen I had me my first skirmish, I wadn't left in suspenseI was sent to fetch the … [Read more...] about The Battle For Rainey-Crick Ranch, By: Patrick Davis
The Brothers, By: William Wordsworth
"These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must liveA profitable life: some glance along,Rapid and gay, as if the earth were air,And they were butterflies to wheel aboutLong as the summer lasted: some, as wise,Perched on the forehead of a jutting crag,Pencil in hand and book upon the knee,Will look and scribble, scribble on and look,Until a man might travel twelve stout … [Read more...] about The Brothers, By: William Wordsworth


