October 2026 packs a lot into thirty-one days for poets — first-book prizes, single-poem contests, translation awards, and a few big travel opportunities all close this month. Below is a curated roundup of poetry contests October 2026 and related calls we verified on official contest or publisher pages. Always double-check guidelines (fees, eligibility, and formatting) before … [Read more...] about Poetry Submission Deadlines October 2026
The Mountains Grow Unnoticed, By: Emily Dickinson
The mountains grow unnoticed,Their purple figures riseWithout attempt, exhaustion,Assistance or applause. In their eternal facesThe sun with broad delightLooks long—and last,And golden,For fellowship at night. … [Read more...] about The Mountains Grow Unnoticed, By: Emily Dickinson
Delight Is As The Flight, By: Emily Dickinson
Delight is as the flight,Or in the ratio of itAs the schools would say.The rainbow's wayA skeinFlung colored after rainWould suit as bright,Except that flightWere aliment. "If it would last?"I asked the EastWhen that bent stripeStruck up my childishFirmament,And I for gleeTook rainbows as the commonWay,And empty skiesThe eccentricity. And so with lives;And so with … [Read more...] about Delight Is As The Flight, By: Emily Dickinson
Through The Dark Sod, By: Emily Dickinson
Through the dark sodAs educationThe Lily passes sure,Feels her white foot noTrepidation,Her faith no fear. Afterward in the meadowSwinging her beryl bell,The mold-life allForgotten now—In ecstasy and dell. … [Read more...] about Through The Dark Sod, By: Emily Dickinson
Sunset At Night Is Natural, By: Emily Dickinson
Sunset at night is natural,But sunset in the dawnReverses Nature, Master,So midnight due at noon. Eclipses be predictedAnd Science bows them in,But so one face us suddenly—Jehovah's watch is wrong. … [Read more...] about Sunset At Night Is Natural, By: Emily Dickinson
These Are The Signs To Nature’s Inns, By: Emily Dickinson
These are the signs to Nature's inns,Her invitation broadFor whomsoever famishingTo taste her mystic bread. These are the rites of Nature's house,The hospitalityThat opens with an equal widthTo beggar or to bee. For sureties of her staunch estate,Her undecaying cheer,The purple in the East is setAnd in the North, the star. … [Read more...] about These Are The Signs To Nature’s Inns, By: Emily Dickinson

