But’s I felt the need to post a poem from the top of my head so….
My mind
Made up
Hard as it was
I finally opened my eyes
I saw you for the evil you are
Instead of the angel you are thought as
I was blood on your nails
Instead of the Regular green
I saw the flames in your eyes
Instead of the painting of clouds
I feel hate at your touch
Instead of the feathers
I see scars on your wrists
Instead of the bracelets
I saw you for who you are
I saw the hatred in the set of your jaw
I noticed the sharpness of your teeth
Instead of the fullness of your lips
I wondered How I could have wished to be you’
Growing old with you
I thought I knew you
I could have never been wrong
But worst of all
I saw you glide into the darkness
And the darkness swallow you whole.
I saw those that follow you
And I heard the screams
I saw you glide back into the room
Covered in blood
Look me in the eye
And say somebody shot them
And I knew
That somebody was you.
I saw the true you
But the police and judge
Saw the fool in me
That’s terrible but its call Opened Eyes
and this one is Angels Burning
I asked None from you
You took and never gave
Nobody could help you
I loved you with all my heart
I believed everything you told me
I’ll never understand why
If it was the twist of your wrists
Or the pull of a smile
Or the strength
When your arm draws back
Or every time you said you were sorry
Or every time I believed you
It was just Angels Burning
It was not big deal
Until you realized
I could stand Pain
But you hurt the one thing I couldn’t protect
You hurt my son
My son
I haven’t meet him
But I know from the needles
The pills
The scratches
he won’t be Happy
He’ll be cursed to live
I took my stand
When you tried to harm
The only one I love
My son
Wasn’t going to be another
Angel Burning.
I wouldn’t let it happen
So I burned the devil
I burnt you
Once again that's terrible so....
My hands may not be perfect
They may not be even
But they have saved lives
When a woman needed help
To see her daughter
I helped her Push.
When a teen was in a accident
After turning down a party
I Pumped on his chest
When I little girl took
A last breathe to soon
I Breathed and pumped
Until
She breathed alone
But after today
My hands lost their Magic
The one I needed to save
My own Blood
I couldn’t save
I stood and watched
Blood drip
I heard their Last Words
They didn’t say “help me”
Or “I love you”
Or “Good bye”
Not even “Its okay”
My angel looked me in the eye
And Mastered a Speech In One breathe
She said “Mommy Be free I am with God now he will protect me but he needs yo to go on with your dream I’ll be watching you”
Yet I can’t help to think
why would God care about me??
He proved he hated me when he stole my daughter
So I’ll drag this knife
And I’ll dig with it
Until
I can be with her
It’s my fault she’s there I’m the one that took one pill
And a sip of alcohol
And her life.
Thats even worst…. 11 months ago
This is one of my poems i wrote! Let me know what you think!
Open it. I dare you.
You’ll find the blank lines,
plastered with ink,
black and blue. Colors,
stand out like stars
in the night sky.
My journal you’re now
gazing into,
the words,my thoughts
hopes-desires-dreams
yet to come true.
Memories lost, yes,
but not forgotten.
Always imprinted on these pages,
my inner most secrets,
poured out.
No longer a white canvas
but a confusing painting,
many colors,
splattered, dripping,
like rain falling from the clouds.
Lost in the words, the feelings,
the impressions left.
The key, to figuring out,
the real me, the reason,
I am, the way I am.
My mistakes, accomplishments.
The only place I can say anything
without anybody knowing.
Yet here you stand,
still reading, still gazing,
not caring.
You know everything now.
The things I wish I hadn’t.
My story being told,
this is me.
Take it or leave it! 17 months ago
I have been in the process of doing this since last December and I’ve made some head way and have found someone who will help me self publish. So we are hoping for August to seal the deal and have everything good to go. Keeping my fingers crossed. 18 months ago
Thomas
completed this goal
How I did it: The hardest part of publishing a poetry book, assuming you already write poetry regularly, is meandering through the publishing industry's mine fields. Generally, poetry books don't sell well -- even for established poets -- so getting a major publishing house to agree to a deal is near impossible.
If you don't mind going the self-publishing route, there are a number of avenues available. I've tried two of them so far. The first I tried was lulu. I liked their interface and ease of access, but they have one major drawback. They accept Microsoft Word documents and that has lead to anumber of headaches where my proof did not even begin to resemble my actual document. If you do choose to go with lulu, make sure you upload your files as PDF files instead.
The second publishing house I've worked with is createspace. They are a subsidiary of amazon and have a number of benefits that to me, make them more attractive than lulu. The biggest being that they offer a free ISBN number and barcode for your book. The caveat being that they own the publishing writes to the piece. If you write a best-seller and want to shop it around to a regular publisher, it would be harder to do.
Another reason I prefer createspace to lulu is the cost per book is cheaper. At lulu, the price per book goes down depending on how many you buy. If you only want fifty or a hundred, you're going to pay a significantly higher price per unit. On the other hand, if you're buying a thousand or more, lulu may be your better bet.
The final reason that I prefer createspace to lulu is that I like createspace's cover creation utilities better. Once you've set page count and book size, they make available a one piece cover template that makes it very easy to ensure that your cover will look professional and line up correctly. You can do one-piece covers with lulu too, but you have to do all of the measuring yourself and it's a lot easier to mess up when you don't have a template.
Overall, publishing a book of poetry has been a very positive experience for me. I'm thrilled everytime I hold the finished product in my hands, knowing that I did the work to create not only the poetry, but the book too. :-) Read how I did it… 2 years ago
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I have uploaded the document and cover PDFs and I’m waiting on news from the publisher. If all goes well, though, this book should be available for sale within two weeks. 2 years ago
so heres the thing….i….<3 ….poetry!!!!!
i <3 writing poetry and getting the AWESOME responses i get from the people who read them and like them :P
i feel that reading poetry will be like finding the key to a locked door, and now you can finally see whats on the other side-2 years ago
i began the first few days of february writing a poem at the end of each day. didn’t last long.
but still, i’ve been writing poetry more often.
wrote one i particularly liked the other day, called “Open Hours.” 2 years ago
just wrote a poem about the day.
might be a good way to end every day.
we’ll see. 3 years ago
i found the info on the contest i want to enter. the manuscript has to be 50-80 pages. and the deadline is probably in october. so i have time. they don’t have info for this year’s contest up yet, but they had it for last year’s, so i’m going off of that.
i wonder how many poems (post-high school) i have written. i wonder if it’s 50.
in any case, even if i’ve already written 50, i certainly wouldn’t submit them all to be published. some are better than others, of course.
what’s clear: i need to write more new poems. 3 years ago
yesterday i started a Word document called “manuscript.”
my goal is to compile all my old poems and add new ones as well… at least 40 poems. because i think this is the minimum amount for a publishing contest i want to enter. 3 years ago
My first poetry chapbook is on the verge of release. I have settled on the final content and chosen the title. Thanks to my friend, Kevin Horsman, I also have the completed cover. I’m shooting for a September release. 3 years ago
i wrote a poem yesterday about driving over the bridge with an absolutely amazing sky full of clouds. crossing the george has never felt so epic.
i need to revise it though… definitely not in full form yet.
i need to write on my own more often. i’ve got a bunch of poems i’m proud of, but these were mostly written for classes. ah, the motivation of assignments that must be done. 3 years ago
It’s been awhile since I added publish a book of poems to my list and while I’ve continually writing poetry, I really hadn’t even made one step closer to getting this on my completed items list. But, this past weekend, I’m happy to say, I spent some time formatting what I hope will one day be my first book of poetry.
I also made an important decision regarding content and chose a title. I’m going to keep the title to myself for the time being, but soon, I hope to release this long-awaited work to the world. 3 years ago
I was writing a poem a day for a while…but it’s been months. I’ve always wanted to publish a book of poems. 3 years ago
Hey I just wanted to ask ya’ll what ya’ll think of this.Its about my older Brother who passed,we were really close.
When I remember looking into your eyes I remember it being as beautiful as the shining Sky
I never wanted to cry, Joel I never wanted to say Bye.
Being your sister was than a single dime or Two
No matter how much fun I’ll have it’ll never be like the times I spent with You.
You loved Jesus that I Know
The things that I remember is as beautiful as the wind when it Blows.
Thinking about how much I miss about you makes me Cry
I wish this was a dream,I care,and I love you thats Why.
Even thoe I miss you I know I shouldn’t Weep
Your love,your cares,and your memories I will always Keep.
I may have lots of friends or bestfriends but like you there won’t ever be Another
Your Smile,your laugh,that I will always remember but most of all I’ll remember the fact that you’ll always be my Dear Brother. 3 years ago
...I’m not sure where to go from here. I was thinking of telling a number of stories from my life and interjecting various poems into the stories at the points where they showed up in real life. I’ve already written one about someone who I thought was my soul mate and who I ended up losing. It’s called How I Lost My Soul Mate.
What do you think? Should I publish my poems in this fashion? 4 years ago
I’ve always loved poetry and have written well over 50 nice poems, and one day I hope I will have them all published into a book. 6 years ago
