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
Windsor Poetics, By: Lord Byron
Famed for contemptuous breach of sacred ties,By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies;Between them stands another sceptred thing—It moves, it reigns—in all but name, a king: Charles to his people, Henry to his wife,—In him the double tyrant starts to life:Justice and Death have mixed their dust in vain,Each royal Vampire wakes to life again.Ah, what can tombs … [Read more...] about Windsor Poetics, By: Lord Byron
The Devil’s Drive, By: Lord Byron
The Devil returned to Hell by two,And he stayed at home till five;When he dined on some homicides done in ragoût,And a rebel or so in an Irish stew,And sausages made of a self-slain Jew,And bethought himself what next to do,"And," quoth he, "I'll take a drive.I walked in the morning, I'll ride to-night;In darkness my children take most delight,And I'll see how my favourites … [Read more...] about The Devil’s Drive, By: Lord Byron
To Lord Thurlow, By: Lord Byron
"I lay my branch of laurel down.""Thou lay thy branch of laurel down!"Why, what thou'st stole is not enow;And, were it lawfully thine own,Does Rogers want it most, or thou?Keep to thyself thy withered bough,Or send it back to Doctor Donne:Were justice done to both, I trow,He'd have but little, and thou—none. "Then, thus, to form Apollo's crown."A crown! why, twist it how you … [Read more...] about To Lord Thurlow, By: Lord Byron
On Lord Thurlow’s Poems, By: Lord Byron
When Thurlow this damned nonsense sent,(I hope I am not violent)Nor men nor gods knew what he meant. And since not even our Rogers' praiseTo common sense his thoughts could raise—Why would they let him print his lays? To me, divine Apollo, grant—O!Hermilda's first and second canto,I'm fitting up a new portmanteau; And thus to furnish decent lining,My own and others' … [Read more...] about On Lord Thurlow’s Poems, By: Lord Byron
To Thomas Moore. Written the Evening Before His Visit to Mr. Leigh Hunt in Horsemonger Lane Gaol, May 19, 1813, By: Lord Byron
Oh you, who in all names can tickle the town,Anacreon, Tom Little, Tom Moore, or Tom Brown,—For hang me if I know of which you may most brag,Your Quarto two-pounds, or your Two-penny Post Bag;But now to my letter—to yours 'tis an answer—To-morrow be with me, as soon as you can, sir,All ready and dressed for proceeding to spunge on(According to compact) the wit in the … [Read more...] about To Thomas Moore. Written the Evening Before His Visit to Mr. Leigh Hunt in Horsemonger Lane Gaol, May 19, 1813, By: Lord Byron