Write a poem for National Poetry Month


In honor of National Poetry Month, we want to see your Word of the Day-inspired poems. Write a poem featuring our Word of the Day each Friday in April and submit it here. We will announce the winners from each week on the following Tuesday. The winning poems will be published on the Dictionary.com Blog, viewed by millions of people around the world.

Make sure to submit your poems each week here. (UPDATE: our entry process no longer requires a state of residence so that our international poets can submit as well!) Our next contest will begin on April 18, 2014–keep a look out for that day’s Word of the Day.









Congratulations to our winners!

1st place: Samantha O. from Miller Place, NY

Dry Ink

The sun is setting.
The sailboats are in clusters far out past the buoys.
The beach is a picture already painted.
A photograph already developed.
And though I can feel the sand underneath my feet and the salt on my lips,
It has already been. Wind has already brushed through my hair,
The end of the shore has already come and gone.
My riled eyes now lost in the division.
Between where high tides began and the setting sun disappeared at the world’s end.
The boats already docked and the sailors already asleep.
And the red, red sunrise already burst into the darkness. I followed it to the beginning of all things.
And there is where I found you, already in love.

2nd place: Vani B. from Singapore

Morning peak Rail
Break down and late

ATM turns bare
When I wait there

I look for Taxi
None do I see

Sulky security
Cue for my identity

In the crowded eatery
My order is awry

Purveyor in store
No reply and ignore

The guy behind
Jumps the line

Teen at home smug
With Ear phone plugged

Occasional rile
I strain a smile
Refrain myself being hostile

April 26

1st place: Miranda B. from Butler, PA

A green glass dish
a butterscotch wish
on the edge of the mahogany buffet.
On a doily, white and clean
the lid was all that was seen
as I reached up my 5 year old hand.
My fingers scraped the rim
Cellophane twists poured in by him
Sweetest taste
of my grandfather- granddaughter dyad.


2nd place: Linda B. from Colonial Heights, VA

Two by Two

If Noah had known,
that most famous proponent
of the dyad component
would have saved
future generations
untold frustration
had he brought the unicorns
and smashed the mosquitoes!


3rd place: Myla T. from British Colombia, Canada

A beautiful crazy mess
A long way from ideal
Loving, passionate, complex
Confusing flawed and real
Not the picture perfect dyad
We succeed, we also fail
Emotions awry, happy, sad
I call it an authentic fairytale

Bedroom floors not laced with gold
But incandescent is the heart’s glow
Worth more than that of precious stones
A rare treasure only few know
We don’t live in glamorous conditions
But the allure of this connection knows no limits
We are human and our mistakes make magic
Every time we work through conflict

We do not exist in eternal utopia
Rather we strive for continuous growth
Because through up and down motions of love
We build strength that we need most
A bond formed whole and clean
Comprised of damaged pieces of clutter
You and I take on the world as a team
Standing tall as a unified structure

April 11

1st place: Dave S. from Johnson City, TN

Cold fingers.
Morning lingers.
Keyboard bemoaning
It’s daily stoning.
It says to me,
To my dismay,
Not so glib today?

Shrug it off.
A sudden cough.
Feeling south,
Cover my mouth.
A word lands
In my hands.

Heat spilt,
I grab the hilt.
Fingers violent.
Keyboard silent.
Nothing to say.
Not today.
No more talk.
From Writer’s Block.


2nd place: Deb E. from Prenton, UK

I’m glib, suggestive and wild,
A likeable, naughty young child.
I know right from wrong,
Can tell short from long,
So why am I quite so reviled?


3rd place: Mandy C. from Newton, NJ

Your words,
Ever glib, ever soothing,
Slide down my heartstrings and into my soul.
And I,
Ever the fool, let the song play.


April 4, 2014

1st place: Susan W. from Orlando, FL


Halfway down my body there is a tiny button.

Early on the chord was cut, the common way, most wanton.

Life line gone and left alone, a being just left stranded.

How to sustain- when on this hole, a lot of lint has landed?


2nd place: Joseph D. from Chicago, IL

Meaning’s Meaning and Other Looped Thoughts

Wind and rain blast
I don’t hear them.

Thunder and lightning
I am still.

Still I sit, still I brood,
Cross-legged, cross-brained, cross and sore,
I sit on this straw mat and hum some mantra.
Omphaloskepsis overcomes me, and I dig out a piece of lint.

No one is watching me meditate
I hope.


3rd place: Joe M. from Chisago City, MN

Don’t think much of omphaloskepsis,

Can’t think of anything nice to say

Of staring at your belly button All the livelong day.

While you’re staring at your navel

Trying for introspection,

There’s a great big beautiful world

Waiting for your inspection.


  1. Amira -  June 23, 2015 - 1:58 am

    when will the next competition start? I wanna participate.

  2. Team Camryn -  April 14, 2015 - 11:19 am

    My computer won’t let me do that submitting so I’ll tell anyone who is interested one of my poems.
    This is Love
    This is love, oh yes it is
    And you will never find something else quite like this
    But my love is not like the rest
    You can even put me to the test
    For my love is strong and bold
    And it is something that should never be sold
    For anything or to anyone else
    So just keep my love to yourself
    So please my love don’t you say
    That you’ll give my love away
    I walk down a dark and loenly street
    Where the ones who suffer moan and weep
    There is always a sort of dart
    That’s there to pierce the heart
    And it’s very hard to keep
    Since the cut is so deep
    And there is nothing to really gain
    Except for grief and pain
    You are the one I want to protect
    But you are so hard to detect
    And I found a way to learn
    To just let the pain sit and burn
    So listen to what I’m saying my little dove
    Then truely you’ll know that this is love

    This was my first poem I ever made and please let me know what you think even if you hate it.

    • Aj -  June 7, 2016 - 8:25 pm

      The poem Dry Ink, is one which was good to listen, it was one made me spend more time.

  3. Evets -  May 6, 2014 - 8:59 am

    The poem Dry Ink, is one of the best ive seen in a while.

  4. Paul -  April 25, 2014 - 3:30 pm

    Wish I had found out about this sooner…

  5. na -  April 8, 2014 - 3:54 pm

    when will they publish the winners for the last poem?

  6. Chubacabra -  April 8, 2014 - 10:20 am

    At what time on Tuesday will the poems be published? I have been checking all day…

  7. gfa -  April 8, 2014 - 8:06 am

    When will the poems be published on Tuesday?

  8. Keith -  April 7, 2014 - 9:37 am

    Just tried to enter the word of the week comp but the link insists that I say what stae I live in. Problem – I live in thre UK so had to pick one from the list. If that didn’t work, this is my offering…I do like double acrostics

    Of all the possible words with which to
    Make up the first winning poem
    Perhaps this one will keep contenders up
    Hour after hour as they sift through
    All of their previous ideas and take a
    Long, hard look at notebooks full
    Of verses written way back when, hoping to
    Settle on a few lines that may bring success.
    Keen to impress the judges, each will pick
    Every word, every syllable, with great care
    Perhaps happy with their first efforts or ready to stop,
    Start afresh and write several different drafts.
    It is after such effort and deliberation that I
    Submit this offering based on omphaloskepsis.

    • Team Camryn -  April 14, 2015 - 10:49 am

      They took off what state you have to be from so that everyone can submit one.

  9. R Campbell -  April 4, 2014 - 10:51 am

    Knotted eye upon my flesh
    I ponder and reflect…
    Is it a ” fuzzy” mystic sign
    Or merely my neglect?

    • NDR -  April 4, 2014 - 3:37 pm

      Killed it.

    • Amy -  April 4, 2014 - 3:38 pm

      Hi R. Campbell!

      I LOVE your poem!! I hope you submitted it in the link they specified above and not just posted a comment.

      Just looking out for your work—GOOD LUCK!!

    • Rita -  April 4, 2014 - 10:09 pm

      Excellent. I loved it and it made me smile.

    • Roger Bonner -  April 4, 2014 - 10:41 pm


      In German it’s called Nabelschau,
      Too much reflection about how
      To tie the laces of one’s shoes
      Will lead to neverending blues,
      So you better stop thinking now.

  10. pmps -  April 2, 2014 - 12:47 pm

    am in it

  11. pmps -  April 2, 2014 - 12:47 pm

    am in

    • pmps -  April 2, 2014 - 12:48 pm


  12. rahul singh -  March 31, 2014 - 7:43 pm

    I m in

    • pmps -  April 2, 2014 - 12:48 pm

      not u

      • pmps -  April 2, 2014 - 12:50 pm

        you are useless

  13. rahul singh -  March 31, 2014 - 7:42 pm

    Publishing my poem

  14. Pushparajah -  March 31, 2014 - 7:28 pm

    I like this page.It is very encouraging. Thanks for the opportunity to read and enjoy.

    • pmps -  April 2, 2014 - 12:51 pm

      u fake up


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