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.
Life is Short
Life is so short for us to be lazy, do evil, and worry. Enjoy life to the max once you have it.
I'm Sorry I Failed
It's always against our will to fail when it comes to the people in our lives... especially those dear to our hearts.
This is just something I jotted down in my notebook.... Thought I should share it....
The Wilting Rose
This is the story of what happens when a rose blooms. It is also the story of what happens when you take someone away from the place they belong.
If Only You Listened
For my friend who threw my caution to the wind.
A Man in Hell
You can read this poem like a short story, a story of a man.
A short love poem...
Roots Left Behind
This is my poem written about a small boy who learns what it means to be cared for and loved, as well as what happens when you leave everything behind you.
Just what are shadow people?
Fourth of July Celebration
Friends and family getting together for the fourth.
Friendship That Throbs
For my three girlfriends, Liv, Liz, and Pat. You really are so wonderful in different ways since you came into my life. I thank God for you and I write this piece to show how much I cherish the moments I spent with you.
A humble prayer for success.
Sometime one has to suffer for the mistake of others.
Power in the Word of a Poet
As poets, we have the power to use words as expression, weaponry, as forms of change and influence. Let's not forget the power in our gift.
Come Back King
As she waits for him to come back home...
A real dream captured in a poem.
Jungle Weed or Tumbleweed
Our choices in life.
A Conscious Stream
This is a first poem in a series of poems written for one person.
The Black Box
What would have happened if our heads were transparent? We all carry this box. Only you know the content.
My Dear Crush
For my crush, you know who you are. Comment please.
We Cannot Live Another Lie
It stood the tests of time and now its still standing.