


Welcome to my Poetry Website. On these pages you will find poetry about feelings. You will find poetry about love, happiness, joy, and sadness as well as Christian, inspirational and motivational poems. Each poem has been chosen for its ability to make you feel what the authors felt or intended. It has always been the only criteria I know by which to judge whether or not poetry is good. It is my intention to provide new and amateur poets with the opportunity to share their poetry with others and have it published on the Internet. It is also a way of bringing beauty into the world and sharing our beliefs and feelings with others. Hopefully, it will succeed.
If you write poetry, or know someone who does, I would appreciate it if you would send your poetry to me with permission to publish it on my website. If I like it, I will publish it on these pages.
I do not publish any poetry that is offensive to any race, color, creed, national or ethnic groups, nor do I publish any poetry that contains foul language or that is sexually explicit.
With your help, we can make this one of the best poetry sites on the Internet. This site already appears in the top ten search results or some of the biggest search engines so your poetry will be seen. This site is also the third highest rated poetry site of over 450 poetry sites featured on Maxpages.com and as of the end of March, 1999, it was less than five months old.
I have also started publishing short inspirational or otherwise interesting vignettes. If you've written any that you think would be appropriate, and that I might like, please send those too to me at: KisSoSoft@aol.com Thank you.

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I've just started a new poetry website to feature amateur poetry. I'm hoping to publish poetry about love, about happiness, people, flowers, sadness. Poetry for every reason and every season by everyone! Children's poetry, and poetry by all kinds of people for all kinds of reasons. Right now, the home page features only one poem which the author, who's idea it was that I create the new website has graciously allowed me to publish since it was otherwise almost nothing but a blank page with a title and some graphics. I also did a lot of begging and pleading for people to send me their poetry! Please visit my new website, send me your poetry to publish on it and your children's poetry.
The name of my new website it
POETRY! YES! NOW!
The URL is http://maxpages.com/poetryyesnow
Please visit, send me poems and let me know what you think by writing to me at
KisSoSoft@aol.com
Thank you all for your support.



I KNOW I AM BUT SUMMER TO YOUR HEART
I know I am but summer to your heart
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing:
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to see you, as summer comes,
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)



THE INVITATION 
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare
to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old your are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love, for your dream,
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center
of your won sorrow, if you have been opened
by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own, without moving to hide it
or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic,
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your won soul;
if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty,
even when it's not pretty, every day,
and if you can source your won life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live
or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up,
after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside,
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments
From The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Copyright 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer



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