I often find myself dreaming of accomplishing amazing feats and wonders, and part of me wonders whether or not that is a good thing. These are my thoughts.
This poetry is based on my experience of composing poetry... since 2009 ...and I feel many drop out like one does from school.Perseverance is a trait not many have..
A thought provoking, free-style poem that looks at what we instill in our children.
sometimes life can be hard. apologies is part of a process which makes me grow into a new life.
As a Christian my faith is very important to me, but I often find it difficult to follow God when I see so much pain in this world. I have a question for God.
This is an elegy to a friend that, although he is alive, he has had his life ruined by an abusive and destructive family.
My poetry are all reflections on life, as I live them in that moment.
This is a song of myself poem (formatted off of Walt Whitman's Songs of Myself).
I am a Christian and my faith heavily influences my writing. I have begun to wonder whether or not predestination is a Biblical concept, and as I begin to lean towards believing in predestination, it leaves me with many questions. This poem strikes at the heart of my questioning. Can ...
This is my first Roundel poem. It reflects on my life in the country. Living in the city I miss the country life.
The storms may rage but life goes on. Who will you become when the storm is over?
Mid-Ohio Valley Poetry Magazine is an upstart magazine based in Parkersburg WV. It features poetry and short stories by writers from around the globe.
This page is a plug for Mid-Ohio Valley Poetry E-Zine Spring Issue. It has many good articles in it including articles by Tista Ray, Kathern Nemec, Deepak Meanon, and MarvinthePoet.
This is simple poem yet carrying deeper meanings.
This is a poem about "Spoken Word"s. Words can hurt or heal as words have power. Many people are remembered by the words they have spoken many years later.
This poem started as a journal piece for an interesting day I had with someone I had a complicated relationship with. I turned it into a poem and as I think back on that day, I can see everything described here as if I were a fly on the wall watching all of it unfold.
This is a poem that I wrote and dedicated to my mother, who passed away when I was 17. She was a brilliant artist, person, mentor, friend, and Mom,and when she died, I pretty much ran away from my identity and home since she was central to it all. it just hurt too much to be there. Th...
A poem about feeling beyond your years, feeling like perhaps you've been here longer than your age appears.
This poetry is a summation of all my thoughts about all those who desire A natural phenomenon for all artists to HOPE!
In filling up every month. friendships Just fill up the memories dear The late afternoon scribbled pieces of mail Fasten the door, waiting for people to read In both dreams are not alone
Sometimes we dream when we are awake and awake when we dream.
sometimes love is not genuine from someone's heart. it can hurt lots and it can burn out the whole life, believers turn into the fool when the life gets vanished.
All about the struggle between inner self and one's EGO I have a cancer of it..
When I die I tell my family and friends, bury me in all white and don't forget to put in my pad & my pen. Cause I'm writing in the after life about all the cold and lonely nights, about never given up a fight, about my heart of gold, and about how in my soul I carried a load.