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.
Birthday Cake
For me... celebrating God's faithfulness in my life.
Queen With A Cane (In My Eyes)
This is a regal poem, written as a token of gratitude for a neighbor's kindness.
My Cup of Tea
It's about you.
Underestimated
Life is how you chose to live it, let not commerce dictate your happiness.
A Song for You!
So I wrote a song for you! Dedicated to every single person. You should know you're special!
Old Friends
This one's a bit of a reminisce.
Elegie
This is something I wrote when a nephew died, but then I thought others might want to use it at a Memorial service - or just to read for comfort. In any case, feel free to use it as you wish.
It's Not About You...
Hey you, be a good Christian - Ha! man, stop attracting. In the church all you do, must be about God.
See the Day Through
A political attack on the small percentage who like to think they control the world.
Until the Darkness Falls Again
The nighttime weighs so heavy. The poem of a broken heart.
A Love That Will Last
For my wife, who puts up with my tantrums, and my animosity. I will always love her to bits.
The Mind-numbing Boredom
Life can be very boring at times.
Conspiracy
Nonfictional.
Maybe I'm the One to Blame
A poem about how some people can feel. If you relate, please comment. I'm always here to listen.
When Our Love Went Sour
Now my heart is so alone, so is everything I held dear.
Death Was Her Escape
A short poem (fictional) about a girl who was bullied till she took her own life to escape the pain.
Beyond This Ball
There's life after death for those who choose to have while reverse is the case for the others; choose life and have it.
Things Come Together
Our scattered opinions could still make a whole if only we can take time to reason together.
My Heart is Broken
The shear heartache of a breakup.
Rituals
I have never attended a satanic ritual in my life.
Strangers in Public
Stalkers in public places.
Forget Me Never
A girl's first love never dies. It stays,stagnant,fading with the years but never forgotten.
Something
Holding my breath...
Be Humble My Soul
Envy not a soul, be humble it pays.
Spellbound Trance
Escaping reality. Pretty short poem.
Our Eyes
They tell a story of past lovers and an idea of futuristic relationships.
The Pain of Losing a Dad
I hurt everyday. I have known this pain will never go away.
Living in the Past
Not to stay in the past means to forget dad, to do that, emotion of mine, I shall betray.