publish poetry

I don’t think it’s good enough for the world, and I don’t care if noone ever buys it…I just want to see my life, my relationship, my heart between the pages in some else’s hands.

Am I just like “every young poet in love with words”..?
Why do I even care? Is it because i want to get recognized in some way? That would be truely awefull.. I hate doing this!
What is the f*ing point of telling the world what you think when there are hundreds of thousands of poets wanting to do the same thing!!!? why do i do this?

Keep writing. Keep submitting it. The world needs more poetry, and always will.

Why the world revolves around my tongue.
Is why my words often get tangled somewhere in the back of my throat. Is why my resolve to speak keeps growing every second.
Starts now

I sent my manuscript to a publisher on the 14 september :)
yeah!!!

Hi

I am a self taught poet. In just two years, I have written about 50 poems.

It all started in December 2003. I entered a contest and was submitted for publication right away. It encouraged me to start writing.

I have found many places online that helped me improve my writing skills by receiving comments with valuable information on my work.

I have also been selected three times on numerous sites for 100 or 200 Best poets of the year award, editors choice award, and special recognition awards.

If you love to write and have a dream anything is possible.

I have written and published numerous poetic works. I have won several contests, including the 2004 Editor’s Choice Award. Boy what an accomplishment!!! I never dreamt this could happen. But it did…No I am not bragging! I am sharing. Anyone can achieve this goal. I now have works published at the International Library of Poetry and in the United Kingdom. I hope to write a book of poetry and a novel within the next 10 years.

Here’s what Alaska means to me,
Sea lions and hemlock trees.
No worries, no cares,
But do watch out
For those big black bears.
Alaska, Alaska, Alaska.

What does Alaska mean to me?
Puffins, orcas and blueberries.
The finest food and most excellent crew,
Servin’ up some mohito brew.
Alaska, Alaska, Alaska.

What does Alaska mean to me?
Sunshine, mimosas and no room keys,
The laziest sea lions you’ll ever see.
And don’t forget,
Those cute harbor seals,
Or the sounds of bald eagle squeals.
Alaska, Alaska, Alaska.

What does Alaska mean to me?
Blue-ice glaciers, those are key.
And advancing glaciers calving for me.
Wildlife kayaking, killer hikes,
The hurtful pinch of devils club spikes.
Best of all,
See the most whales ever,
Circling ‘round in record-breaking weather.
Alaska, Alaska, Alaska.

And finally,
What does Alaska mean to me?
Tidewater glaciers and alder trees.
Great conversations,
Meeting someone new,
In the end,
I will miss all of you.
Alaska, Alaska, Alaska.

Written by Patti Tillotson

Fire light ….. explodes with might.
I can’t see you ….. In the night.

Ice caves ….. Covered in haze.
Cold and dark ….. It’s you I crave.

Love at first sight ….. I held you tight.
Can’t keep you safe ….. Why didn’t you fight?

Guilt feels barren ….. Forgiveness torn.
Can’t delete that moment ….. Life cried forlorn.

Pain pervades ….. With sharpened blades.
I can’t touch you … Where you’re laid.

Life bleeds on ….. With each blue dawn.
My ache is great ….. I’m just God’s pawn.

Hard to cope ….. With life’s last rope.
Until I see you ….. Give me hope.

Written by Patti Tillotson