have my poetry published

I am really angry at the moment about this subject. Basically, for my school’s annual poetry competition I won for my year (at the time year 11) and I didn’t get a prize because they decided to combine year 10 and 11 together, even though no one else in school were combined, so a year 10 girl won over mine, because she did hers in french. Anyway, my annual school magazine was sent out last week and all of the winners of the poetry competition had their poems printed in the magazine. But I didn’t because the year 10’s and 11’s were together and that girl won over me. Arghh =\ It’s frustrating!

Currently I have a collection of poetry at gspoetry.com, but have not written much lately. I really do enjoy writing, and would love to be published in the future, so long as I retained full creative control over my works, and it was not too much of a headache.

I would like to have my poetry published, not so much for the fact I might make a monetary gain, but to realize by having my poetry being published that my poetry might actually be good enough to be published

A friend of mine who’s a writer has offered to sit down with me and have a good close look at my poetry. He’s read it and says it’s potentially good but it needs some cutting, shaving, cleaning up etc. I’m really looking forward to it because it means taking my poetry more seriously, taking it to the next level (well, it was already a big step for me to have someone read it! I thought that was soooo scary!).

you looked into my eyes,
you made me go so weak,
you leaned into towards me,
i had butterflies, i could not speak.

you gently kissed my lips,
and waited for one back,
i couldn’t describe my feelings,
but movement i did lack.

slowly as you moved in closer,
my heart was melting away,
i gradually began to move my mouth,
but i just didn’t know what to say.

so i just gladly returned the favour,
and lost myself with you,
i didn’t know how to control myself,
it was like i didn’t know what to do.

it was truly something magical,
as you held me there,
you touched my face so gently,
and ran your hand through my hair.

you pulled away and smiled,
so i just smiled too,
you told me i was gorgeous,
and girls like me were few.

i giggled and held your hand,
as i lay there in your arms,
you squeezed me tight and turned my face,
and you gently traced my palms.

we kissed again, it felt so good,
as i gently closed my eyes,
he turned me around and lay me down,
and my breathing rate did rise.

we fell asleep together,
dreaming, cuddling and kissing,
i was with you baby,
so there was nothing missing.

we woke up and we smiled,
he whispered in my ear,
we kissed again just as before,
as he held me very near.

this is meant to last forever,
until death do us part,
kissing him at every chance,
and to you giving my heart.

so every night when we’re together,
when he is all i see,
i look into his eyes and smile,
and whisper to him, ‘kiss me!’

by beth cooper

Wishes for a lifetime
that I could never have.
A lifetime for pure happiness,
the thought just makes me sad.

I’m sick of all the lying,
the corruption in the world.
While everyone is dying,
I can’t help, I’m just a girl.

I know I can never be there,
the wars explode and shine.
I stay inside with scare,
I stay inside my mind.

I gave up on this empty place,
the sorrows that I take.
Nothing but killing space,
so stop for all our sake.

Landscapes cover my dreams
like blankets cover my knees
When I sleep
I seep into the water that I fear to tread
I fear I’ll end up dead, or worse yet
half alive, and try
to recall those times I felt
something at all

Please correct me if I’m at fault
but I’m a victim of the assault
on culture spent like currency
so we can currently agree
upon a price, upon the sea
with all it’s currents we don’t see
past the bows of our ships
or the parting of our lips
like red seas parted in fantasy
and written down for history
it’s just a story and we’re just storeing it away
for another rainy day, today.

but i may try lulu.com

Setting, passing, and hitting
are all i have to do to
play volleyball?
Sounds and looks easy,
doesn’t it?
Although the perfectly passed
volleyball flies
back and forth
over the see through checkered net,
waiting to be hit.
My palms are like papers
flowing back and forth,
and my hands and feet
all the sudden become
trampolines.

When I jump in the air,
my feet are winding me down
for me to wrap the ball into my palm
and as I’m up there,
the ball has been
blocked by the attack
from the aggressive team
against us!
That was our winning point!

One in high school and then two while I was in college. Definately worth doing.