Hello and Welcome to the Poets Pub's 2018 Poet of the Year contest. This contest is only open to those poets who have qualified, through participating in our other contests throughout the year.

Welcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet of the Year competition.

In my Chasing Wattpad series I made fun of short poems and pissed a lot of people off. I hate short poems. They are a waste of time. But never let it be said I will not try something once. As penance for my sins against the Haiku poets I will leave my comfort zone for a while and try and write some. I am guessing it won't kill me, maybe. By the way, what is a Haiku anyway?

This collection emerged during the previous decade. It was also the darkest period of my life. As words began to trickle, they went almost unnoticed at first. Time passed however and the moment came when I saw these words for the beacons they were... leading me out of the darkness. Poem by poem, I reached the sunlight... "Some thoughts stand alone. You might wonder for a moment if they have the potential to become a story. Then you read again and realise they are already a story in themselves. That's Poetry. Some people arrive briefly then depart, leaving the vacancy sign blinking on unconcerned, carrying away small chunks of time and leaving who, what, where and why unsolved behind. Some when you need, also lack themselves, and you see eerie light where you expected bright shining hope. And so you cope. Until once in a while one touches you and shares the carving of the monuments to faith. One eases your burden, gives you instead bread and a bed. The vacancy sign flickers off. You see your new tenant, humanity. Some never leave, or take. They give. That's Poetry." *Cover as always by my beloved @RebornOreo.

An introduction to the Poets Pub and your two hosts; @BillTemple1957 and @MystresMyna. Please take a few minutes to look over our guidelines for submissions and other things like that. Any questions, please ask.

A collection of Poems by the newest members to our ever growing family. These poems are first contributions to the Poets Pub. Please welcome these newest regulars. (Title created by @ Metaphysicsplz)

These are some poems based on the ONE, the ONLY "STORM AND SILENCE" Storm and silence inspired us a lot and these poems show how much. P.S. They couldn't just be by us so If you want to add some of your touches and creations then feel free to message us cuz We'll be damn happy to add them.

A collection of humorously nonsensical poems, inspired by salty crackers and lonely pugs.

I am a lucid dreamer. I am aware I am dreaming, and can control what happens in them. But every night it's the same dream. It's been going on for over 17 years now. Just recently I've been having what they call "sleep paralysis", which means your mind is half awake, half hallucinating, and makes you unable to move any part of yourself, so you're trapped inside your own body, which feels dead, while your mind goes insane. It's terrifying, and I can't stop it from happening. But that all started to change one night, when my dream wasn't the same.

A tale in poetry, this is the story of a wolf woman and the lady who discovers her. It was written and edited in two hours to prepare for a summer arts camp, and critiques are welcome. Cover art by Kay Nielsen, 1914.