Be gentle with me, reader As I write the final lines For there’s pain behind this smile; It’s hard to say goodbye To the world I’ve...

They say he died a hero. They say “Man! What a guy!”, But all I see is his empty chair And I still don’t understand why.

Be the rainbow on a stormy day, A splash of color against the gray;

I wonder if the spider plans Before she spins her silken strands To create a masterpiece Between the branches of the trees. I wonder when...

Mother tell me, Mother tell me: What is this thing you call a storm? Why does our house shake and shudder? Why does rain fall when gray...

You cast me out. I’m broken seed; More likely to become a weed. And so you trod me underfoot; Cast me to abandoned earth. I forgive you...

A completely different world. A road I've not taken. Normalcy is shaken. But You've been here. A mountain uncrossed. A wilderness...

Inspired by a sonnet written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, this poem explores the original verses from a different point of view.

After feeling the sun’s warmth, I woke the next morning to the chill Of howling winds and cloudy skies. The first day of spring had...