Poetry Calendar
12 Poets · 12 Poems · 12 Months
We’re so excited to share something brand new — our first-ever Poem stellium Poetry Calendar!
The 2026 Poetry Calendar features 12 winners, each with a poem representing one month of the year. This is the first time we’ve done something like this, and we’re thrilled to say it will now become a tradition we’ll continue every year moving forward.
There was no set theme for the calendar — and it wasn’t tied to seasons or holidays. Instead, each poet brought their own unique energy, emotion, and perspective to their chosen month. Each poem reflects what that month meant to them — their personal connection, feelings, and reflections.
The result is a beautiful collection of voices, moods, and stories, gathered across 12 months of poetry.
Congratulations to Our 12 Poets
A huge congratulations to every poet whose work has been selected for the 2026 calendar. Your words remind us of the power of poetry to connect and to move through time — one month, one feeling, one poem at a time.
Thank you to everyone who entered and shared their work. Every single submission carried heart, honesty, and imagination, and we’re grateful for all of you.
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January
THE QUIET UNFOLDING
Just a whisper, the old year slips away,
All that is unique about a brand new day.
New paths unfold, in ways we have never seen,
Underneath the quiet, a vibrant, hopeful gleam.
All the chances now, to stand out from the crowd, Reaching for the stars, distinct and proud.
Yearning for change, making each moment different, truly new.
SOULFUL_ARTICULATION
february
Spring is coming
I’ve seen it.
And we expect to see splendour
So, we see it.
Beauty is a self-made spectacle.
February fog lights search for the sublime
But second-month sight will not be snowed for long
Eyes by night cannot be blinded by sun.
Only fools forage for unfading flowers.
Spring to new beginnings and fresh ends.
Fleeting fascination the season sends.
BETH DAVIDSON
march
MARCH OF MEMORIES
March arrives with warm but gentle breeze,
A time for summer’s heat to slowly seize.
Along with it brings exams in sight,
A Student’s battle through day and night.
The last of year of School and Colleges too,
A time to part with friends so true.
Promises are made, it’s a farewell,
Never a goodbye to people where hearts dwell.
Memories of laughter & fun bring out tears,
Hard to get let go a bond of years.
But life doesn’t stop, all go their own ways,
Believing they’ll reunite soon just like old days.
For in March’s endings lies beginnings too,
A chance to discover to change and to grow anew.
SELENE
april
APRIL SHOWERS
April fools, we played,no rules.
Always fun you’d chase I’d run
Here comes Easter. So much joy.
I a girl in a pretty dress, you a boy in suit no less.
April showers and pretty coloured flowers.
Daisy chains occupied our minds for hours.
So thank-you April for the memories you gave.
For the showers, the flowers.
April fools, we played, no rules.
MELLPLS
may
IN ANOTHER MAY
I find there is a correlation
between loneliness and April
Now that the month has changed
can we not be estranged?
Time ago, in the month of May
I saw the irony in our timing’s delay
Fast-fowarding back to the past
there is one thing I haven’t asked
In another May, another year
would I still find you here?
POETRY.TYPED
june
NAMURAD
Born to race
Betrothed to pace
The horse was always numbered seven
Namurad – nameless – was meant to get even
He hated the whipping and their burdening cheers
“How do I be a free bird and escape this equestrian farce”
His mind was in tears.
“Get over your fears”
Said a voice when he thought hard
That’s when he escaped and broke the stall to shards.
“To hell with your race and to hell with your whips.
I hold my reins and I always will”
O? he ran while they watched aghast
“I will shape my future, your games are now past.”
NEHA DILEEP GOHAD
july
SOFT PLEA
Dozing off to the sounds of the moon,
remembering nights of July’s gloom.
Mistakes I made compile into a book of vile!
Flipping through tattered pages,
regret arises,
and ejects me into a tomb!
My eyelids scurry…
and see darkness holding hands with my impending doom!
For the months that follow,
failure is due!!
Bleeding and groaning,
but unable to improve??
Self-satisfaction,
will I ever find you?
SYRUS
august
CALAMITOUS YET STILL A LITTLE BLUE
August…it’s ours
Again, a twist of coincidence
You told me how polite I was
While you were forgetting my existence
Have you stolen my precious song, or have I handed it over to you
Just so that I can find an excuse to visit you—
Calamitous yet still a little blue?
It’s not only you that August holds
But also the ones who didn’t make themselves turn into a prose
The ones who pulled my chair to spare me the sun
The ones I could text without the shield of calculations
The ones who’ve always showed up even after a single call
Spent their evenings, equations, crowds, and more
August…it was ours
But maybe now I need more than coincidences
DAWNBEFORETHESUNRISE
september
FALLING
Gusts, rushes of undeniable wit.
Leave it to thee to fill this openness.
Closed off by my thoughts…
Yet bold enough to think for myself.
Where does one travel when their presence calls for help…
Gifts that unravel once the presents are dealt.
Leave waves of sweet affirmations to soften the blow of an unsure assistant.
As the Spring flee’s I pray I don’t miss it.
FLOWERS IN THE A.M.
october
OCTOBER KNOWS
October knows what I won’t say
how some things end and slip away.
The trees let go with grace I lack,
each leaf a truth I won’t take back.
The air turns thin with things unsaid,
I walk on gold that once was red.
A hush between the branch and sky,
like something loved that said goodbye.
I wear my name like burning leaves,
a season stitched into my sleeves.
The past still hums beneath my skin
I smile, but that’s not where I’ve been.
Still, I am learning from the trees
to hold, to burn, and then to release.
AUTUMN BEE
november
LUMINOUS NOVEMBER
When luminous November’s radiance gleams,
Goodness triumphs, and darkness and shadows dream.
Festive lights and joyous whispers in every lane, Sweets and laughter dances, on repeat in an endless play.