Poems

"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?" - Emily Dickinson.

Rhythm, rhyme, sound, words, and meaning - poetry brings all of these together to invoke your imagination. An ancient form that has existed for longer than the written language, poetry - in its varied forms - has something for everyone. In this section, we bring you the myriad colors and shades of this beautiful literary form.
Haunted Dreams
Bad dreams.
Vibin Hearts
Girl, you're on my mind.
Shadow Break
Tired of everything in life.
State Of My Heart
Just something I put together for Valentine's day... I appreciate God for the love in my life.
Thoughts Before Bed
Was thinking of someone I care about, before going to bed last night.
A Mother's Prayers
In her heart, she deeply care for her children, she prayed to God for their lives to keep.
Something More Comfortable
Love and time; one scenario.
The Night He Died
Just a random poem.
White or Black, We are Still the Same
From the same soil, God created black and white, but they were the same.
A Love So Wrong
Loving the wrong way.
Letting Go
It hurts.
Athazagoraphobia
Death comes in more than one form. Not just the physical, but social.
A Priestly Journey
I see Jesus in You. This poem is dedicated to my new-found Christian friend Emmanuel.
Friendship blames.
When you think a distant friendship couldn't work and you block all your friendly emotion but mysteriously it strikes in a way that gladly pierce your heart, wouldn't you keep it to your next life if chanced to?
Love is Blind...
Watching her suffer... yet you can't do a thing to help her.
If Tomorrow Fails To Come
A prayer for the love of my life - My son.
The Search for Self!
Who am I? Where do I belong? In search of the ideal self..
Recession: A National Predicament
The state of a nation.
God Over Everything
A lil bit spiritual.
Reeta
Imaginative comic.
For my Daughter Jessica Joy
This is a short poem dedicated to my daughter Jessica Joy.
She is a Shell…
She is hurting...
Go Outside
Hypocrisy.
Dear Mother
My mother gave up her family for a worthless man.