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Echoes - (Poetry Project)

Echoes - (Poetry Project)

Write a poem that explores the themes of love, grief, joy, or longing.
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🏆 Prizes
Grand Prize: $100
Runners-ups: $10
Submissions Closed
Project ended on Dec 23,2023 at 11:59 pm PST
Winners announced on Jan 17,2024
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This project is now closed. Winners will be announced on Jan 17, 2024. 


Please note: We'll only declare a winner if we find merit in at least one submission. In the event that no submission meets our criteria, everyone will receive a refund of their submission fee



Write a poem that explores the themes of love, grief, joy, or longing.

Some ideas to get you started:

  • This project has no specific instructions. 

  • Your poem could be a sonnet, haiku, free verse, or any other form you prefer. 

  • Feel free to let your creativity flow and explore strong emotions or feelings associated with love, grief, joy or longing. Enjoy the process of weaving together imagery, emotions and ideas through your words. 



Ready? Read the rules first. 

  • The entry fee is $2. 

  • The Grand Prize is $100. 

  • Up to 5 Runners-ups will win $10.

  • We’ll feature the winning poem on our homepage, newsletter and socials.

  • SMPLE will contact anyone who excites us about future collaboration or paid contributions. 

  • Please note: We'll only declare a winner if we find merit in at least one submission. In the event that no submission meets our criteria, everyone will receive a refund of their submission fee.

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Prizes
Grand Prize: $100
Runners-ups: $10
Submissions Closed
The Winners!
a dream i had of you
Grand Prize
a dream i had of you
it opens on the heart;or on the inner ear, the fluidinequal and dizzying,pulse missing a beat every few moments; on the feather-press of burningabove-behind his eyes,or maybe tired. the first time that he breathed inwinter, only three inches of snow, he saw his puff of breath make fog of the air.nose chapped, he can't stop licking his lipsto keep them half-wetwhere they crack. he doesnt remembe...
By @William J.
My Heart
Runners-ups
My Heart
Sits like a raw plum in my chestthat you could cut in half with a kitchen-knife and twist apart to open. Examine its grainy gloss in the low winter light, watch how the halves bleed slightly when you press—be gentle. How purple, how perfect, you remark, and you touch it with your ringed index finger, trace the veins, stroke the gradient, wine to ivory, stumble at the stone, remove that with you...
By @Emily F.
12 pm
Runners-ups
12 pm
In a little cafe on a Sunday afternoon I realized you were gone. You had been for hours, but no one thought to tell me till then. So as I sipped my cafe con leche,still scared to burn my tongue, I choked back a laugh. In my mind, you were already gone. You had been for years, I was just waiting. 
By @Ivory
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