Writer's Digest Poetry Awards We're pleased to announce the only Writer's Digest competition exclusively for poets! Regardless of style—rhyming, free verse, haiku and more—if your poems are 32 lines or fewer, we want them all.
Entry Deadline: Wednesday, December 20, 2006.
For entrants paying with a credit card, we will accept entries submitted online.
Prizes:
First Place: $500 Second Place: $250 Third Place: $100 Fourth Through Tenth Place: $25
Eleventh Through Twenty-Fifth Place: $50 gift certificate for Writer's Digest Books.
* The names and poem titles of the First through Tenth-Place winners will be printed in the August 2007 Writer's Digest, and winners will receive the 2007 Poet's Market.
For entrants paying with a credit card, we will accept entries submitted online.
Entry Deadline: Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I think entries cost $10 first the first poem, $5 for each additional.
Ryan Scott Ottney wrote: Post your poems here if you enter (and even if you don't)! I looked at the link in your post, and number four of the rules says that you can't have your poem anywhere publicly viewable, or you'll be disqualified.
I'll probably post mine up here anyway, but I just wanted to point that out
Well, I don't know if anybody else submitted, but I did . . . only to receive the very same envelope back two days later, with a note saying there wasn't sufficient postage Anyway, thought I'd just throw the poem up here for the hell of it.
Not-So-Silent Night Fred Duran
The beginning of an age came on a silent night, In a quiet town, it started with a light, That lit up the sky all around as brightly as the Sun, But it was over almost as quickly as it had begun, Puzzlement, confusion, and wonder persisted, "A bright light in the sky? Crap! I missed it!" The townsfolk started at the sky and clamored for news, Soon it was shouted - "Hail the King of the Jews!" So they ran to the inn, looked high and low for the kid, "Why can't we find 'em? Where's he been hid?" The innkeeper told them he was booked for the night, There was a moment of silence, then - "To the manger, outside!" So they left the innkeeper and stampeded the door, And there they were - baby, mom and dad, on the floor, And there were three smart-looking guys with camels in their wakes, "There's another guy coming - he's bringing the cake." So they sat down with presents and bottles of wine, And proceeded to party like it was AD 99, And later that night, the father stood up and said, "We've all had fun tonight, but now it's time for bed." So the baby and mother made a bed in the hay, And all the shepherds and smart guys all went on their way, Some knowing that they'd witnessed their savior being born, But all knowing they'd have deadly hangovers in the morn.
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