We don't have to live up to stereotypes just to join the crowd. We can find our own tune and sing out loud. We don't have to do stupid things just to be hardcore. When everyone does the same thing it all becomes a bore. You don't have to rise to someone's expectation of who … Continue reading Stereotypes: Robert St. Germain
Category: poetry
As I Am.: Peter Herget
I'm strange yet crazy. I'm awkward yet cute. I'm weird yet lovable. I'm silly yet smart. I can be your best friend or I can just be. I can be as loud as I am silent. With a quiet whisper or a thunderous roar. I am who I choose to be. Whether or not you … Continue reading As I Am.: Peter Herget
They Say: Jordan Derksen
They say the man who cares for the trees, will grow up with wisdom. The man who cares for the earth, will never go hungry. The man who cares for the horse, that plows his field and carries him for long distances if you treat him just right the horse will stick around. The man … Continue reading They Say: Jordan Derksen
Everyone: James Adamson
To the Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love You kiss your pillow Toothpicks are fingered Some are giants like trees Some are small like a blade of grass Buildings rise in a blink of an eye I am small and full of mistakes I am a giant like a golden statue I hope to … Continue reading Everyone: James Adamson
I Am Truly Blessed: Evelyn Bennett
A blessing is worth a thousand smiles. What a thrill it is to endure many trials. To forgive someone is quite a delight. Just knowing that I am precious in God's sight. To be bold and true is important to me. That is why I enjoy the beauty of being free.
Shake of the Hand: Elton Plett
When you go to the wishing well For a dream the world you’d sell You bring your money and you give it all But on deaf ears it falls Sitting all alone Waiting by the telephone But no one is going to call You’re just a prisoner behind four walls I am a one-woman man … Continue reading Shake of the Hand: Elton Plett
Noon: Cory Buchanan
Nuzzling bloom dew, 'round the drift of traffic engines, infant yellows flitter. Nestled wings wave the air, melding under windy oaks. Small hops, off thin boughs, dart roughly seen. Tall crowns set, opening a fast glance to the shrouded warbler astray.
Heaven: Cassandra Kulay
Some say heaven is different for each of us. Some say heaven is within, to some it is only part of a cycle of rebirth. Someone I loved thought we become stars when we die, that we become a part of the cosmos, not necessarily sentient. Sometimes I think heaven is love and lessons learned … Continue reading Heaven: Cassandra Kulay
Guided: C. Fay Shlanda
Hit the ground running and gather no moss The road is wide open to drive across You can bridge the gap and close the divide Climb up the mountain to see a new side The path beneath them is solid and sound They feel secure as they travel the ground Journeys can come with some … Continue reading Guided: C. Fay Shlanda
Just Listen: Stephen Sigurdson
Bitter soul in need of a genuine heart, a cloud of depression unable to pour, a hole, forever apart. Indifference in a shallow world, music without meaning, bitter soul in need of a genuine heart, a cloud of depression unable to pour, "life" not living. A smile ready to crack, on call, no light, not … Continue reading Just Listen: Stephen Sigurdson
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