I think you and I have discussed poetry contests before. As you’ll recall, the really good stuff (ahem!) never wins - the judges are always young English professors who think blank verse or haiku is au courant. And there I stand, wistfully clutching my verses that rhyme and have meter.
Such was the case when, some years ago, Caltrain sponsored a poetry contest linked to Valentine’s Day. The rules: 100 words, love, trains. I could do that, and I did.