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Post by RowanMoonWynd on Mar 26, 2004 0:49:26 GMT -5
Wanted to share my good news!!
I sent one of my poems I had written into poetry.com, not thinking I'd really get anywhere with it, and I received a letter from them today. They are going to publish it in their next poetry book coming out in the Summer of 2004!!!! And I have been entered as a semi finalist in their contest! I can't believe it! Me! I didn't think I was all that talented, and I really didn't think the poem was that great, I just entered it for shiats and giggles to see if I would hear anything, and if I did I thought it would be something like we liked your poem.....but.........yadda yadda yadda. I'm so excited!! Anyways, here's the poem I sent.........
Haunted
Looking back, through the years A broken childhood, filled with tears Fears will haunt me, over the years To become an adult, who is insecure Affection denied me, by my mother Alcoholism, took over my father Many mountains, I must climb To overcome, the pain inside Trust in others, I have none Afraid to reach out, afraid of mankind So alone I walk, the road of life And try to at last, heal my broken past
Karen Michelle Hoffer
Copyright ©2004 Karen Michelle Hoffer
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Post by Little Blue Dragon on Mar 26, 2004 6:03:41 GMT -5
Wow thats good no wonder you've made it into the semi-finals!!!!!
Good luck the poem is amazing ^_^
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Post by RowanMoonWynd on Jun 20, 2004 11:45:07 GMT -5
Thank you LBD!! Here's my latest one.........
The Guardian
The wind blows across time and space, age etches itself upon her face. She looks around her at all the grace, as she stands alone in her woodland place. Touched by the sun she stretches high, as the breeze blows she gives a soft sigh. Crone years upon her she feels is nigh, and her branches no longer feel so spry. She has watched over this meadow grove, and seen season colors as they wove. Her forest friends visit as they rove, while looking about for their special trove. Wisened by her many years, memories make her weep with tears. Her time has come and she fears, the changing time as it nears.
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