Another season has come to pass; Another page in the book of her li… Too many years apart have passed b… So many harsh lessons to be learne… Thirteen years since that fateful…

Hate surrounds their lives. It is in what they say or do. She doesn’t relish living this way… ...How about you? There must be something they can a…

She is surrounded by people but sh… No one understands her or what goe… She has many friends and much fami… But the real her she can not let t… What if they were to laugh and tur…

The colors of life seem to Fade as they disappear into The mind and reappear in Their soul. The more colors There are the redder the

Before you close your eyes She has this image in her mind. There are blue flowers falling fro… And by pure hands, keeping them ap… Before you close your eyes

He tells the tale of the world dow… Where the ball of fires remind you… They below are well off being dead They live the death of life as the… He was the hero in the eyes of man…

Faded leaves fall aside Pale gray sky envelopes all Summer’s gone and fall is stale Aching world begins to weep Somewhere on the verge of change

“The whole of this afternoon, for… To dally among the flowers, And I shall recall some lyrical v… For these hours. Shall I tell about Helen of Troy…

People come and go, They are all passersby. Some come to show, A path on which others can rely. Some have come to build,

And when their day is done, They shall capture the splendor Of the setting sun. Such hues of peach and periwinkle Are distinctly heightened by

Remember him when the sky is dark, And clouds hide burning stars. Think of him as the rain rushes To touch his skin, and trees Dance around him through the wind.

One of the most curious and enjoyable aspects of poetry is that a poem often summarizes a thought, an experience, or an emotion in a manner that cannot be equaled by prose. Perhaps that...

Somewhere in his soul, there is a… Darkness; not necessarily evil but… And wants that may never again sur… Inhibitions are enveloped and hidd… Place, and there, she exists, her…

Lovely lady, Pray tell what dastardly fate Awaits their sinful souls when fin… But arthritis and diabetes? Such intensity and white hot passi…

Now it seems you’re all alone, Your brothers and sisters all have… But alone you’ll never be, With nephews and nieces such as he… All their parents too have gone,