i I wish this baby, flannel, oatmeal, bells, Balloons a kite, a bike, a cat, a phone . I wish her tryouts, outfits, ocean swells And dances, love notes, babies of her own. But dare I wish...

Yes, many castles I have built of sand With shells and wood, the gifts the waves have thrown, Each strong and fast against the sea at hand But in the night the sea reclaims its own. And many...

I'll go with ice and maybe death will come to offer me a frosty rest. I know I'll feel no pain, as all my limbs grow numb. I'll sleep beneath a comforter of snow. The body's wise. First...

Companion to the Poem 'Richard Cory'

Jackboots
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

The jackboots of oppression are worn on the left and right, they balance
upon our collective throats. We may not breathe easy,...

This is a response to Jun Tingo's challenge to post, for him, or anyone else who would care to participate, a written poem that he'll then create the visuals for. It is not one that I just...

Repenting and coming back to the Lord in Lent...Imaginary Churchgoer's story...a poem...

Welcome to another in my imaginary group of Churchgoers. For a moment, consider this middle...