Poetry.com is in it to line their own pockets doing vanity press, at least for the most part. I got one of their books with one poem of mine in it and I was disgusted. The majority of the poems were really bad.
In the spirit of this thread, though:
The Sea calls with the cry of gulls,
the waves touch the shore with sighs of ever-morn,
calling us to leave these changeful lands
where leaves fall and trees are felled,
where mountains crumble and friends fall,
their doom unknown beyond Eldamar.
Beyond the Sea lie undying lands
where leaves never fall, flowers never fade,
the trees flourish, and our friends tarry.
We come, we come to see the light!
To the Sea! To the Sea where the gulls cry!
[ March 10, 2002: Message edited by: littlemanpoet ]
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