Personalized Poetry Calendars, Custom Calendars

Personalized Poetry Calendars, Custom Calendars




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"Once touched by love, all men become poets."
-- Plato, 400 B.C.
 

Would you like a page of your very own original poetry online? Maybe you have a few special poems that you have written and would like to share with the cyber world. Now you can. Right here.

For only $99 a year, we will create a page of your very own poems under our category of "collected works" to share around the world on this website! We value succinctness, inspiration, rhyming, and correct spelling. Please do not include pornography, violence, racism or suicidal material. Words can be as polluting to the senses as they can be beautiful.

To purchase and reserve your own page of poetry, please click here. Each author may submit up to 20 poems. All poems must include the author's full name, city, state and/or country. To insure privacy, street addresses are not printed, but we do include your e-mail address with your poems so others can comment personally to you. In fact, responses to each other are encouraged.

Once you submit your poems to us, they will be reviewed for quality and content, and then an invoice will be emailed to you plus any further instructions.

The many pages already on this site display the wonderful original talent we have found over the years from all over the world. So relax and spend some time with us for a good read. Whether you prefer sad, thoughtful, humorous, political or romantic poetry, you've come to the right place.

 

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I tried to grasp the sunset hour and hold the sun at mountain's edge, to savor more the loveliness of delicate light on field and hedge. So sweet the final fleeting moment, the subtle radiance it throws, the way it touches a child's face like a soft angelic halo glows. And now it's gone, the moment lost. But oh, what a delicious sorrow ...
--
Elizabeth Santos, Our Poet Laureate

I do not watch the door any longer ... or listen for your footsteps ... but my expectant heart still keeps the vigil...
--
Charmian Blattner


Though no one is allowed my space to share ... Some times I'll turn and think that you're still there...
--
N.G. Stapp

The saffron colored leaf, anchored by the twig that held it close all summer, let loose and fell....ever so gently into a majestic dance with the autumn breeze, tipping and swaying to the rhythm of the whispering wind until it landed in the brown grass...and I understood then it is not always the hanging on, but sometimes it is the letting go.
--
Diana Johnson

Once between the waving grass of summer's breeze, we strode together submerged up to our knees, by the twisting strands of wildflower and grasses, together we joined that year's wild dances...
--
Laura Fanthorpe

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Grandpa's friends are old and smelly, some of them are mostly belly. None of them can see too good, I think their teeth are made of wood. Grandpa's friends have lots of wrinkles. When they smile their faces crinkle...
--
Mary Ellen Smith

Beneath the oak limbs, moon and stars, mosquitoes, bats, and planet Mars---My small, green tent stood placidly; but I was scared as I could be...
--
Timothy R. Oesch


Tonight your little cheek is wet with glistening baby tears,
And baby heartbreaks hurt as much as ours in later years . . .
But, oh! my sweet, tomorrow when you waken with the dawn,
You'll find that sorrow's sped away and baby woes are gone!
Yet I who watch above you in that alchemy of sleep,
Know a deeper bit of heartache, for . . . 'twas I who made you weep!
--
Rex E. Alford

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