"I object" she said... And we all teared.. We all agreed... And the tears flowed...
Tag: poem
Lonely Girl by Tryana Wilson
She's a cute little thing fascinated by the world with a loving, mind, body and soul anyone who sees her know that she has goals but still, no one really knows She dreams of love and magic faeries and their dust she wishes for the romance to give her that big rush because when shes …
Project Birthday Blog
Many moons ago, a young rosebud was born. And she grew and she blossomed. One day someone read her a book and then another and another. Eventually, she learned to read on her own and write. When she was in elementary school, she wrote her first poem. In high school, she started writing short stories. …
Time….
Weeping time has come again Reaping what was sewn With good, yet bitter intentions.
For Love
Lips that I crave Though I walked away For love For love of those lips & of the man Who would have waited For my love to return
Play Nice
It is late on a Friday night and I am living the dream; writing in my undies and enjoying an adult beverage. Heaven right? Okay, maybe not for you, but this fourth week of school has been pretty rough. The kids are finally getting into their routines, relationships between teachers and students are being squared …
The Sea
The sea, ..........Don't you hear it? That primitive, contemporary, futuristic beat .........Of that waves resounds in the minds ear for eternity It's peace and calm, ........Heals the wounded soul Its fury .......Lives for the fight to survive in man The sea, .......Don't you hear it? Inviting one to live, .......Challenging one to survive..... ~ Judith …
Happy Birthday to …
Time is always speeding past us. Always moving forward and going on whether we like it or not. Anniversaries and birthdays come... And often we come up with elaborate ways to celebrate them. In my case, I love to plan and then life does it thing and the plans go to waste because there is …
Pausing for a Happy Dance
Today, I had every intention of finishing the poetry post after school was out. Then I read something at lunch that stop me in my tracks. An email informing me that I am now the new English Department Chair. For the past three years there has been a different chair. Each time I found out …
The Way
It was good, genuine people, bad times, too few words too many emotions that broke the world we made loved thrived in It was good people
Lucinda Rose 