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Home of the Rolled Gold Poetry Award Two Poems Accepted Quarterly However, if no poems meet our standards no poem will be published or awarded. In fact, not one poem has been accepted since the beginning of Rolled Gold. The idea that poetry is a matter of taste is a cheap excuse for poorly written poetry. Rolled Gold only looks for great poetry.
Rolled Gold opened for the sending of poems 2024
Yet, there are no deadlines, no windows. All sent poems are considered for each quarter.
Payment for an accepted poem is $150.00
Established December 15th 2021
The poetry site and poetry award that means something.
Most poetry magazines are simply looking for more subscribers or more fees,
in other words, more the merrier, numbers, not better poetry. Everyone gets published these days.
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you might want to read my poetry articles first, free to read,
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To Be Selected Poems
(Here is a poem example which certainly would be one of the chosen quarterly ones. Each poem will have a few explanatory notes as to why the poem is chosen. So many poems today are presented like a pie thrown at people as if the reader is supposed to be "in the know." This magazine is about the 'golden line,' and Dover Beach has quite a number of golden lines, real zingers which come through and echo for generations.) Written circa 1860 and a classic. Dover BeachBY MATTHEW ARNOLD
The sea is calm tonight.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits; on the French coast the lightGleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!Only, from the long line of sprayWhere the sea meets the moon-blanched land,Listen! you hear the grating roarOf pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,At their return, up the high strand,Begin, and cease, and then again begin,With tremulous cadence slow, and bringThe eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long agoHeard it on the Ægean, and it broughtInto his mind the turbid ebb and flowOf human misery; weFind also in the sound a thought,Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of FaithWas once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shoreLay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.But now I only hearIts melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,Retreating, to the breathOf the night-wind, down the vast edges drearAnd naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be trueTo one another! for the world, which seemsTo lie before us like a land of dreams,So various, so beautiful, so new,Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;And we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,Where ignorant armies clash by night.
The sea is calm tonight.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits; on the French coast the lightGleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!Only, from the long line of sprayWhere the sea meets the moon-blanched land,Listen! you hear the grating roarOf pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,At their return, up the high strand,Begin, and cease, and then again begin,With tremulous cadence slow, and bringThe eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long agoHeard it on the Ægean, and it broughtInto his mind the turbid ebb and flowOf human misery; weFind also in the sound a thought,Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of FaithWas once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shoreLay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.But now I only hearIts melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,Retreating, to the breathOf the night-wind, down the vast edges drearAnd naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be trueTo one another! for the world, which seemsTo lie before us like a land of dreams,So various, so beautiful, so new,Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;And we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,Where ignorant armies clash by night.
(This would be chosen. Even though, as written, I think the syntax is off a little in the last four lines. Possibly ‘I’ for ‘and’ in the penultimate line. Or a comma is needed, but so what? Perfection is a fool’s dream. Get the poem and be happy and go forward. This is one of two poems found in 2019 after years hidden in a picture frame.)
Untitled Poem on Loneliness
by Daphne Du Maurier When I was ten, I thought the greatest bliss,Would be to rest all day upon hot sand under a burning sun,Time has slipped by, and finally I've known,The lure of beaches under exotic skies and find my dreams to be misguided lies,For God! How dull it is to rest alone.
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How does rolled gold work?
Send 1-3 Poems. No fee. $150.00 paid per poem. Please understand that millions of 'poets' and poems are published each year and if you read carefully almost all are writing in the exact same "form." Poetry is not just sharing your personal feelings and passions in 1st person present tense diary-form.
SUBMISSIONS/--rather-- 'sending' FAQ
I never like the term “submission” in reference to sending creative work to a magazine. How about “send?” Just email 1-3 poems to fellspointpoetrybooks@gmail.com ----poems need to be in the body of the email---- and not as an attachment. What about formatting? Formatting is not a part of poetry -- all that jumbly words here and there is a faek game for phony poets. New Guideline: With any or each poem, add a full analysis; 1. Why the poem is great. If you write in a present day fashion-style as you see in most publications, what you are writing is probably mediocrity maximized. Why not be original. 2. What the poem means, as in, what is the poem about? Too many poems are simply placed on the table like precious objects to be admired when it is possible the editor or reader is missing something. If a poet is real and writing real poetry, they can explain the art and every single literary factor. 3. Where does the poem fit in the history of English poetry, and how is the structure unique and pertinent to present day? 4. Explain how a line in each poem is not prose. If the poem is prose poetry, it is prose, not poetry. Poetic essays are not poetry. Stop calling prose -- poetry. (Prose poetry is a made up "form" to fill the coffers of magazines with submission fees to put money in the pockets of fake editors.) 5. Every poem is written in an identifiable form. Explain the "form" of each poem sent. Is a poem "free verse?" If it is simply how your writing pours out of you onto the page or computer screen, it probably is not in any form and probably is not poetry at all. All sent poem/s will receive a response. If you do not want a real response, maybe it is best you do not not send a poem. Remember, we are looking for great poems only. Original voice, genius level. If you have such a poem, please let us know. We are not interested in self-indulgent prose poems about personal issues, world issues, contemporary issues, inlaw and relative issues, or any issue. An issue is not a subject.
I never like the term “submission” in reference to sending creative work to a magazine. How about “send?” Just email 1-3 poems to fellspointpoetrybooks@gmail.com ----poems need to be in the body of the email---- and not as an attachment. What about formatting? Formatting is not a part of poetry -- all that jumbly words here and there is a faek game for phony poets. New Guideline: With any or each poem, add a full analysis; 1. Why the poem is great. If you write in a present day fashion-style as you see in most publications, what you are writing is probably mediocrity maximized. Why not be original. 2. What the poem means, as in, what is the poem about? Too many poems are simply placed on the table like precious objects to be admired when it is possible the editor or reader is missing something. If a poet is real and writing real poetry, they can explain the art and every single literary factor. 3. Where does the poem fit in the history of English poetry, and how is the structure unique and pertinent to present day? 4. Explain how a line in each poem is not prose. If the poem is prose poetry, it is prose, not poetry. Poetic essays are not poetry. Stop calling prose -- poetry. (Prose poetry is a made up "form" to fill the coffers of magazines with submission fees to put money in the pockets of fake editors.) 5. Every poem is written in an identifiable form. Explain the "form" of each poem sent. Is a poem "free verse?" If it is simply how your writing pours out of you onto the page or computer screen, it probably is not in any form and probably is not poetry at all. All sent poem/s will receive a response. If you do not want a real response, maybe it is best you do not not send a poem. Remember, we are looking for great poems only. Original voice, genius level. If you have such a poem, please let us know. We are not interested in self-indulgent prose poems about personal issues, world issues, contemporary issues, inlaw and relative issues, or any issue. An issue is not a subject.