I have entered a poem into poetry.com and I am in one book and was offered to be in the book full of the years best poems of 2002 or sumthin and have been offered to have my poem on a cd read by a pro poem reader and was invited to the party in washinton dc. Not to be rude or anything but in my oppinion (my poem sucks by the way) they want to do alot with you're poem and make you get excited for being soo good and pay the lotsa money for a book, cd, membership, and personized items! So yeah I'm not sure how many people actually get invited to be in books ect. but you did a good job!!!! (All the people think it is such a great thing for me to be a published auther/ poet and I wrote the dang thing when I was 11 or 12 and I hate my poem now.) Oh this is a poem that got into the book mine did:
There once was a man named Sprocket,
Who built a realy small rocket.
It was two inches high,
It flew to the sky,
And he kept it in his pocket.
Now here's mine(found on page 5 of Gifts from the heartland):
Is this love
Soaring faster than a dove?
My heart races towards the finish line,
My prize is you'll be mine.
When I look at you,
My love for you is surely true.
My soul is yours to keep,
As for your eyes so blue so deep.
I open my eyes to see you there,
Wearing that wonderous, loving stare.
I lie thinking about you under the willow,
Counting the feathers I pull out of my pillow.
As the lights ent out,
I see you go and pout.
I asked you what was wrong,
You told me, so I'll sing you a song.
Pet a cat, now don't you worry,
Feel their coat, so silky so furry.
Look into my eyes and you'll see love,
Flying faster than any dove.
My heart races and crosses the finish line,
My prize is you'll be mine.
I look at you, you look at me,
And together forever and happy we'll be.
Now that we're together let's have fun,
Let's spread the news to everyone.
This is love.
My poem SUCKS I hate it! And to think I haven't even ever had a crush....
Sarah *Wolfling S.* Zimmerman replies:
"Well, actually, I think its a rather nice poem.."