"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.
Come Out and Dance
A soul-freeing poem.
Air Brushed In a White Winter Wonderland
Streets and tree branches engage in a heavenly show....
When Will You Admit?
A poem of love.
The Nation Says 'No'!
I fear for my nation, I fear for my freedom!
How to Live
A motto I wrote on how to live.
In a world that is obsessed with technology, is it just a dream for us to release it?
This one is old, I wrote it back in elementary school... along with a haiku about frogs.... that one was really cute.
Love is You
A short, simple love poem.
Bullet in My Chest
The pain of a lost love.
A Man-Eat-Man World
A poem on the nature of human beings, harming others at chance.
I Do, I Do
A poem about a feeling of love.
What's Life Without...
Something to ponder upon, this poem describes a fuller meaning to life.
Kissed by a Glimpse of Starlight
Prismatic petals, escapes a fulfilling sweetness in the air.....
A Dirge
Even angels cry.
Death and Dying
Dying is a fundamental process. As is "change" and "regeneration"... this poetry is about that.
I Made It
I've always been worried about how I would turn out. But it turns out... I made it.
At Night I Cry Myself To Sleep
A mother and daughter struggle, and daughter refuses to make amends...
within me
Inner feelings..
Waning Moon
Even if you're trapped in your cage, you should still dream. If you still have a long way to go, you would be a bigger fool for not chasing your dream. A dream helps you exist.
Lamentations of the Aged
I had always wished for old age. Now I wish I were once a little boy.
Your Own Choir
A fanfare to all the world's arrogant politicians who fail to heed the words of their electorate.
I Accept Not
Translation of an Urdu poet's interpretation of 1980s dictator regime. The poet is a famous person all over the world. His name is Habib Jalib and most of his work centers around Socialist ideals.
I See the Light
I wrote this about my abuse.
My Daddy, Like Before
I wrote this when I visited my dad in the hospital, a few days before he passed.