I’ve always thought it funny That we call it the human race What, pray tell, are we running from?   And what, pray tell, Are we running for?   Tomorrow is the light...

 Many suburban children have dreams of making it big Of leaving our slow suburban town. To get away from the white fences With their shiny faces and high school diplomas in hand The shiny...

 Trust is a game You think this one person Could hold all your pain Your sorrows Your misery And even your gains But in every game there is a winner And those who trust Sadly, They lose...

I think about you Every moment I’m alone. I stuck to you like glue And now you’re gone. I think about you Every time the chair rocks. I now lay defeated Unable to handle this roadblock. I...

Coffee Fresh, Bittersweet drink Aroma fills the morning My day begins now.   Spring Buds begin to bloom Weather becomes warm and cool Chirping and whistling   Lotus Blooms...

I was trying to describe you to someone several days ago. You’re not loud and optimistic like I am. I couldn’t say “You were a mini version of me, except that you were shorter than me by a loaf...

 Do they ever want to live a mortal life? Worrying about being sick and ill And becoming part of the aging process? Poseidon drinking water from the nearby fountain rather than nectars from divine...

Just past Terminus, the Peach blossoms of the Fertile plains, tan people Like the color of a Brown Thrasher. The cookies and pie My Grandma always made Herself, from scratch, when, The grandkids...

The rushing water before me streams by without a thought without a care. Wind blows in cool, lengthy zephyrs. Overhead, the sun beams down on the lustrous world around, the water swirling...

Sunlight beamed through the trees, shined onto the damp soil, touching green sprouts in the Rocky Mountains, nurturing ears of wheat in the Great Plains, spreading lives to greens through the...

We reap what we sow, We climb towards gold, We manifest for our souls, But only to move our goals.   My mother sees my potential, My father uplifts my knowledge, Together...

Hear the author read their poem!  I sometimes see people as ballpoint pens Skipping over letters  More indentation than ink Until one day the staining spreads   I sometimes...