I thought I would update everyone (both of you who read this blog) on the status of my first ever poem on the Helium.com website. Basically, it works this way: you submit your article, poem, etc. and then it is rated by Helium members. My poem reached #5 (out of 56 submissions on this particular topic). It has since settled in at #18 out of 56. I guess the "real poets" sniffed out a fraud and voted me out of the top 10. Still, I thought that was pretty good for a first attempt. Who knows? Maybe I am a poet and didn't know it :)
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Friday, April 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
A Poem
Below is my first ever attempt at a poem. I saw some poetry online a little while back that was considered good enough to be published. I was more than a bit underwhelmed with what I read and had that "even I could do better than that" thought we all sometimes have about one thing or another. So, I decided to put up or shut up.
The poem below is not really based on anything or anyone specific. Instead, it just follows the theme of the poems I saw online. I haven't even been able to come up with a name for it yet. Maybe that will come to me later. Feel free to suggest a title.
I have submitted my poem to the online site I was reading and will be interested to see how it fares against the "real poets" found there. You can read it below.
Untitled Poem
No longer do I miss her every hour or even every day
But in my thoughts she does remain.
She comes unexpectedly; in a song on the radio perhaps
Or in the heavy air just before a cold November rain.
She was the love of a young man who is not here anymore
Years have gone by and I have aged.
Yet, in the secret places of my memory
Somehow, she has remained exactly the same.
She is untouched by the hands of time;
The same hands that now have me in their grip.
Her golden tresses still flow; blue eyes remain bright,
And the words of love still flow from her soft lips.
No doubt it is better this way; she will remain forever young.
Never will I see her any other way but as she was when she was mine.
Our life together may have slipped away but a piece of her will always remain
In the recesses of my heart, my soul, and my mind.
The poem below is not really based on anything or anyone specific. Instead, it just follows the theme of the poems I saw online. I haven't even been able to come up with a name for it yet. Maybe that will come to me later. Feel free to suggest a title.
I have submitted my poem to the online site I was reading and will be interested to see how it fares against the "real poets" found there. You can read it below.
Untitled Poem
No longer do I miss her every hour or even every day
But in my thoughts she does remain.
She comes unexpectedly; in a song on the radio perhaps
Or in the heavy air just before a cold November rain.
She was the love of a young man who is not here anymore
Years have gone by and I have aged.
Yet, in the secret places of my memory
Somehow, she has remained exactly the same.
She is untouched by the hands of time;
The same hands that now have me in their grip.
Her golden tresses still flow; blue eyes remain bright,
And the words of love still flow from her soft lips.
No doubt it is better this way; she will remain forever young.
Never will I see her any other way but as she was when she was mine.
Our life together may have slipped away but a piece of her will always remain
In the recesses of my heart, my soul, and my mind.
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