Category: Poetry
The Renaissance __ An Era of Rebirth
Miranda Alexander Recently, a dear friend asked me a question that sent my mind into a fantastic frenzy. The question: “What would you do if you could travel back in […]
A Top
Rev. Ken Dill Tightly wound and held safely in the hand potential energy quiet and still poised Violently flung in space centrifugally exploding in the tension of the movement away […]
Harmonious Hymns
When was the last time you honestly spared a few minutes to stop and admire nature? In the modern world we live in today, our cram packed schedules rule our […]
Lucid
Miranda Alexander All is quiet, all is still All is filled with wonder and might, Life gives pathway to his will Fair winged creatures take flight, Golden beams benevolently stare […]
Wilting to Blossom
Cheyenne Davis The Sun and Her Flowers, written by Rupi Kaur, is a book of poetry compiled of emotional and relational poems dealing with heartbreak, abusive relationships, and healing. Throughout […]
The Poetic Princess
Lyssa Henry “the princess saves herself in this one” is a book full of beautifully written poetry depicting the struggles, challenges, and victories of its author, Amanda Lovelace. Lovelace exposes […]
Surrender
Miranda Alexander Ashamed, she cowers in her crying corner The blame, oh the brutal blame falls upon a single name, She is far too weak to tame, Tangled temptations alone […]
Sow’s Ear
Margaret Delashmit, Guest Contributor Massive mahogany fireplaces shine in the soft light Oriental rugs accentuate polished oak Old silver gleams on coffee table and chest Ancestors’ portraits adorn the walls […]
The Ascetic
Margaret Delashmit, Guest Contributor (Written after reading Herman Hesse’s The Steppenwolf) I tasted life once Sipped its nectar from golden goblet held by human hand Laughed when bubbles ticked my […]
Sharon
Margaret Delashmit, Guest Contributor Trailing streams of glory you arrived— Captured our hearts with your helpless kitten cry Perfection seldom comes without flaws So with you— Yet like the oyster You […]
Birding from Bed
Rev. Ken Dill No alarm was set so my view slowly adjusted from the inside of my eyelids to my bedroom ceiling. Rain pelting the siding told me that the […]