Part of the pain of submitting is waiting and waiting and waiting to hear if your piece is accepted. This month we’ve focused on poetry journals, or rather journals that accept poetry, with stellar track records for responding quickly (fiction writers, you’ll find some gems here too). Flash fiction writers can find more recommendations here; for our short story list stay tuned.
1. Eunoia Review publishes two new pieces per day and they love work that displays a real sense of craft. You can submit up to 10 poems or multiple fiction or creative nonfiction pieces (up 15,000 words in total) and they will aim to respond within 24 hours.
2. SOFTBLOW highlights a handful of international poets each month. Submit 4-6 lined or prose poems and they’ll generally respond within a couple of days.
3. Amaryllis is looking for poems that leave a little something out and let the reader connect the dots. They publish a new poem every Monday and Thursday and will generally come back with a yea or a nay within a couple of days. Submit up to 3 poems.
4. Thrush Poetry has made our ‘great places to submit’ lists before. They generally get back to you within a couple of days and often with a personal response and they nominate for most major prizes. You can submit up to 3 poems.
5. Jersey Devil Press nominates for most major prizes and they aim to respond within a couple of weeks. You can submit up to 100 lines of poetry as one long poem or several short ones or up to three prose poems or one flash fiction piece or story (up to 4,200 words).
Poetry Journal is presently accepting submissions of original, previously unpublished poetry. We also consider reprints, but you must retain or have regained the rights to your work. We try to respond to all submissions within one day. To help us to do this, please adhere to the following guidelines:
Please submit up to 5 poems in a single attachment.
Send your submission in the body of an e-mail as plain text to editor[at]poetryjournal[dot]in. Please don’t attach any file. Attached submissions will be deleted and not considered.
We accept poems only. Please don’t send any other genres, they will not be considered.
Please include a short third-person biographical note.
The subject line of the e-mail should read Submission: [Number of Poems] – [Writer’s Name].
Poetry Journal does not accepts simultaneous submissions.
If your poem has been previously published elsewhere: please submit only when you retain or have regained the rights. Specifically, mention those submissions as reprints and do state their publication history.
The light eyes opened up
It does not mean that it is the theater
I do not know that it is a drama in the play
Look at the color palace
The light jets are theater
There are lots of characters and many more scenes
Hopes are the motives of the intentions
Maturimas are the characters that do not forget
It’s not that memorable
My role is crying
The waves of my voice are shouting
The role of the present day is unbelievable
This character is a picture
Famous hypotheses do not appear
This is a lonely character
My shadow with a long time
Why the dance plays
The light that was in that stage
This is a dark night in the dark
Any mischief has been lost in the passing role
Why this loneliness
From this divine art platform
Looking stare at you
For this baseless role
Nothing is a mastermind.
INSIDE OUR SOULS
When I was a child, I asked, “where are we interconnected?”
My mother smiled at me with brightness and said,
“we are connected to our mind” and so
“our mind is connected to our body” and so
“our body is connected to environment” and so
“we all influence each other”
When I was a teenager, I asked, “why are we interconnected?”
My teacher smiled at me with fairness and said,
“we are connected because it’s shaping our lives” and so
“it’s making us conscious to recognize it” and so
“we are embracing the way where we live.”
When I was a young man, I asked, “how are we interconnected?”
My spouse smiled at me with recognition and said,
“we are interconnected by our actions” and so
“our actions are interlinked with surrounding” and so
“with interconnection it creates actions”
When I was an old man, I asked, “when are we interconnected?”
My child smiled at me with happiness and said,
“we are connected, when we realize the value of insight” and so
“we understand fully the grasp of nature of all we experience” and so
“we realize, various causes and conditions coming together”
When I will die, god will ask, “what is interconnection”
I will smile with satisfaction and say,
“interconnection is the mindset where we are concerned about us” and so
“not only connected with mind and body” but
“connected to all existing things in perceivable universe”
By himanshi shah
I’m lost I am torn my stomach ties in nots with theses thoughts that I got other then that I’m doing great that’s a fact noww my dad gone so I’m try to find peace in all that now it’s 900 in fact of rent so go ahead settle in court for what ever is left of me do it for my kids destiny. not to be there cuz I’m such a bad guy let’s take me to court so I can see my kids every other day at the police station how bout that lilly u don’t got time for bullshit but this is how u want let’s do this I ain’t prideful I’m just a lil foolish to ever think it works between the two of us so I know my words hurt but one day I’m going to make it I’m having a great day how’s yours
I wish to have my poems published on your plate form. How do I make this happen?
Majority of my poems are in Hello Poetry, can they be similarly showcased here?
May God’s Spirit
For greener pastures is what I seek
This world is no place for the meek
This turning world I continue to roam
Just want a loving place to call home
A home underneath the starlit sky
Where the falcon and eagle still fly
With the love of God never be alone
In my heart he’ll always have a home
God’s blessings allowed me to live
My heart has so much love to give
For God’s spirit I will forever pray
See the sun paint the sky everyday
God’s love is deeper than the sea
Removed my crosses and set me free
Dear God forever my true love I give
For you taught me how to truly live
May God’s spirit touch your vacant soul
And angels comfort you till you grow old
By Gary Edward Allen 2020 ©
Within the wave
i want to publish hindi poet
http://www.samyuktapoetry.com is a great place to publish poems…they do a wonderful profile of the poet too…
I sing stars for you
I sing the leading hands
The blood in your chest
I sing the riches of my words
I sing the anger of having met you
I sing the violence of your silence
I sing the tears of your past
I sing the ember of your feeling
Singing, Singing, Singing, and Singing
Because I can’t cry
What if poetry and peace
And if the galaxies exploded
In the chest of memory
And if the memories spread
On the wall of being
And if they got together again
Just stay there again
Hot and painful memories
I simply begged
Some kind of sound
To shake the heart of memory
The silent memories that blind me
When the wind tells the sea
That the years age the dreams
And that poetry resides in prison
And not in freedom
That poetry lives in hate
And not i peace
I want only sad wind
To scream that
De poetry is frees
Like in bird
The bird the sing only in trees
and not in the sky
Moon, don´t raize me op
Moon, you just schine in my tears
Sun came with peace inside poetry
Inside wing of the thought
What if poetry and peace
Is only in your eyes
Only poetry frees
A bird is not free
Even when it the sky
With the winds clinging to the wings
Dreams become a cold current
The melody is not free
When the sound is dispersed through thought
It becomes trapped between the fingers of the soul
The smell was never free
The aroma may be the sweet image of innocence
Of a child, even without freedom
The taste was always crushed
Smashe by greediness
Is lost in a locked freedom
The kisses have always been meshed with passion
Only poetry frees men from the pressure of having
I am hesitant
to let any deity
mess with an empire of cells
(my body) ,
a strong government
(my brain) ,
and an army
mast cells, and macrophages
in my innards.
I, their god,
must first agree
to let another god
perform a ‘divine intervention’
in my empire,
and on my behalf.
To do that
I must sign a consent form.
Of course I can refuse,
which might mean
the annihilation of my empire,
and I with it;
from the mismanagement
of other gods!
Boghos L. Artinian MD
Poetry is from your soul.
Welcome to Breathe Bold.
Why the name ‘Breathe Bold’?
Breathing is an essential life process. Moreover, it comes naturally, you don’t learn it from someone. That’s the first thing you did when you were born, that’s the thing you do when you sleep. And it just happens. It’s a part of us which we rarely acknowledge.
We breathe regardless of our faults or our shortcomings. That’s one bold step.
The next bold step is to love yourself, accept and value yourself because there is no other who can be you.
So, next time you breathe.
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