Poetlife Project Submission

**** All poets welcome to submit, but please read  the criteria and submit to the email address listed below. Current projects are based on erotica. Please do not submit poems that are unrelated to the subject matter. 

Thank you,

Patrice 

Please send all queries and submissions to:
poetlifepoemsubmissions@gmail.com

I look forward to hearing from you

Poetlife Project Submission Guidelines

Poetlife is currently working on an erotic poetry series, which will be a six volume set once completed. We are currently taking submissions for the next four installments.

Welcome to Poetlife Project submission process. If you are submitting more than one poem, separate the titles with commas. Do not submit more than five poems.

How to submit:

* Make sure each poem has a title

* Each poem ends with your name and the year it was written

* Multiple poems should not be submitted separately, include all poems together in one document

* If you are sending a Bio, please include in the document with your submission piece

* Please edit your work before you submit, poems that have many errors will get deleted.

* Only non-published work will be accepted (meaning no social media, blog, website etc)

Poetlife Project does not solicit donations, apply for grants, and does not include any advertisements (unless it is poetry related) anywhere on the site or in print versions of its publications. Consequently, Poetlife Project is unable to pay authors for poems accepted.

If chosen to appear in a P.P. publication said author would receive royalty payments quarterly.

Please do not inquire about the status of your submission. You will be notified by email if your work was accepted or not. Our current response time is one week. While we wish we could respond personal feedback as to why you may not have gotten selected, the volume of submissions received and the small size of our staff prevent us from offering individual criticism.

We thank you for submitting with Poetlife Project. For more information on what Poetlife is currently working on, please refer to the Facebook page:

https://www.facebook.com/poetlifeproject

Upcoming weeks..............

Greetings everyone,

In a few weeks I will be posting some information about the new poets that will grace the pages of the new erotic poetry book slated to debut in April. 

In the upcoming posts you will learn why this particular poet begin writing, what inspires them etc in their own words as told to me. 

I hope you enjoy reading about their journey in the poetry world.


Much love,

Patrice

Life is...

No one said life would be easy
No one said life would be wonderful
That it would be filled with so much promise
And love
No one tells you that you will have your heart broken countless times
Before you meet your prince
And even still that prince has the ability to shatter and replace you
Or bring you to your knees with such force because of the pain that was inflicted upon you
No one said life would be easy
No one tells you that one day you may lose your child before your very own eyes
No one tells you that life has a ton of bumps along the way until you have already tripped
No one tells you that the pain never goes away
No one tells you that heartache is worse than a toothache
Life is filled with so many empty promises
Lost dreams and missed fortunes
Small blessings rise to the surface
Only to be forgotten within a second
But life is hard
Life is the toughest road traveled
Yet we continue to drive on this path in search of happiness
In search of an easier way
In search of those dreams
In search of that love that will never stray
Life is...

My sisters of every race

My sisters of every race 

Have you lost yourselves so much 

That to be respected by men 

You must put up with being subjected 

And treated like possessions

Losing your identity for what you call happiness

Taking selfies and posting them online literally nude, is what you deem happy

Reading the comments and hearing what this man will do to you

Does that really make you feel good inside

Or would you want a man that will wipe away the tears you shed

Have you forgotten what it's like before the social media, and selfie pics came along

Did you ever have an ounce of self worth

Or did you just get in where you fit in

And thought it was your new home

How can we correct this epidemic

That doesn't appear to be slowing down

Is this what the generations of tomorrow will look up to

Women bending their ass over, twerking, taking suggestive photos 

Where have we went wrong? 

How can you let society tell you what your worth

love

Love 

I can do without the pain that you bring into my life

You give me happy memories

But you always seem to replace them so fast

I can do without the questions, accusations and the startling confessions

I would give this emotion away if it could be given

It's not a gift or a blessing, it honestly feels like a curse

Broken

Empty and broken
Love and hate swirl within my heart
I feel disgusted
That I should feel this way
Love made me smile, but it also made me cry
Disappointed with yet another blow to this organ that has taken such abuse
How much can a person take
Before giving up and throwing in the proverbial towel
I said these three words "I give up"
I refuse to keep trying to make something flourish, when it was dying right before my eyes
My heart contracts and constrict
With so much promise of life
But yet I'm broken
No longer wanting to believe in love for what seems like the millionth time
I told myself I would never cry
Or to give someone such power over my emotions
But it turns out I just lied to myself
For I shed tear after tear
Soaking my pillow case
No comfort for the fears that have come true
This dream of you and me has been shattered
Not sure if the pieces can be mended
I don't have it in me to attempt to fix what's broken
Sometimes it's just best to let it be
I love you but at the same time I dislike you for what you have said
The actions you have taken
And  for making this once beating heart, slow down and take count of how you sliced through all the happiness that I used to hold so dear
Now I can just walk away and be content knowing that I've always tried and I've done my part
But realizing full well its never good enough
So why do you care if I even stay?
Conversation after conversation, but no resolution
This relationship has come full circle
There is nothing left in me

Thug life: The new American Dream

Here's a new poem I just penned.. Please leave feedback.

Thug life: the new American Dream

Is thug life the new American Dream
Is it cool to walk the down the streets and brag about how many dead bodies you've seen
Or how many souls have fell from the touch of your hands
How could you want to play God when that wasn't the life that was given to you?
Your role models are depicted as rich and classy but classy people don't act trashy and twerk on stage at concerts and runaround like groupies
Role models uplift you and empower you
Give you hope and breathe life within
But your still stuck on living this new American dream so you can quote yourself as being "ABOUT THAT LIFE" when you have no real idea of what that means
You want to commit crimes just because you have the balls to fall through
But there are so many people that don't have a choice and this is how they survive-- doing what they must do
Not because they want to rob, steal and kill but this is truly about survival
Have you been put into their place
Have you not had food on your table?
You sell crack and whatever drugs you can
But your killing someone's family
Now this child has no place to call home
She's put into the system
Where shit gets real
And she's the product of a child growing up with someone that touches her innocence
So this problem continues to exist
Because she's embarrassed that it went down
And instead of getting help she seeks out the next victim
This cycle keeps getting repeated
Because your still living this thug life
Your actions trickle downward
Touching so many people
The thug life has you so confused
That half the time you have no idea what the beef is really about
Your just busting caps in some young man's ass
Not knowing his story, but one day you'll hear about it on the first 48
Still not giving a damn because..
You just know that your about that life and by any means necessary YOU WILL MAKE IT RIGHT
No regard to how you get it
Because your living selfish
You try to convince others that your way of living makes sense and is ok
But your lying to yourself because if it's all true of what you speak
You wouldn't have to convince the next