Call for Submissions: Me, as a Child Poetry Series

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Spring is almost upon us (actually, in Los Angeles it’s already here) and our thoughts turn to beginnings — the inspiration for our latest call for submissions: ME, AS A CHILD Poetry Series.

PROMPT: In a poem, tell us about yourself as a child — written from a child’s perspective or from your adult perspective. If possible, please send a photo of yourself as a child to accompany the poem.

WHAT: Submissions can be original or previously published poems. You retain all rights to your work and give Silver Birch Press permission to publish on social media and in a potential print edition.

WHEN: We’ll feature the work in the Silver Birch Press ME, AS A CHILD Poetry Series during April 2015.

HOW TO SUBMIT: Email one poem to silver@silverbirchpress.com as an MSWord attachment — and in the same file include your name, contact info, one-paragraph author’s bio (written…

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Takes Two To Love…

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Love held me motionless
When our love acquainted
Your love parted ways
Love in my heart
Giving all in love
For love in return
The love I yearn
To love all life
May this love live
Longer than love itself

“Love sought is good, but given unsought is better..”

William Shakespeare

For – Love’s Clever Poetry Challenge
Make a love poem, 10 lines. Each line must be four words long. Those lines must contain the word “love”. Then at the end of the poem, include a favorite quote about love.

Roses Don’t Lie……Not Really

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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Beautiful and true
Like the song in your heart
The rhythm of its beat
The sweetest I ever heard
I’m addicted to their tune
When you lie next to me
And mine heart echoes its beats
Their melodious tune
Leapt into my mouth.
Mingled with my breath
Filled the morning air
With the fragrance of our love

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(Thanks to Linda Tan for the beautiful Rose. I love them (;

“….this day…”

Jagged and rugged
Thorny and uncertain
Our fate though unknown
Engraved on cold hard stone
The unending routine trudge
On day harsh and bleak
Like harmattan season
Or body scorching heat
The rising sun revealing the path
Forged by fate
Propelled by faith alone
Courage and hope
Our guide and companion
Our rest we embrace when daylight close its eyes
Come break of dawn we rise again
In joined palms we pray
For yet another day of journey
With hearts full of hope
To live beyond another break of day