I am what I am Not wholly innocent And far from guilty No matter what the little bird says Look inside and see me I am there in your heart Always and forever
Tag: poems
Out The
Out the window goes the plans not so careful made out of the box goes the lines which impose formality on the educator's hall and in the window comes inspiration learning begins
Day 4 of Gratitude: Poetry & Art
Today, I am honored to present the work of Marshall J. Stephens, friend and writer. I am grateful for both his friendship and the talent with which he weaves his words. Enjoy friends and readers. Grumble These are the days when we say We could have done so much more The lean days, the poor …
Offense
Weakness doesn't offend Chosen weakness does Straight down to the soul killing compassion Millions suffer by their own hand ignoring the Billions who are made to..
I Object….
"I object" she said... And we all teared.. We all agreed... And the tears flowed...
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.
Guest Blog Poets Wanted
In a couple of hours, I am honored to announce that Aaron Sawyer will be gracing this blog with his poetry. I am hoping to make this a monthly event to introduce readers to new poetry and poets. If you are interested in participating in this on-going event, please either leave a comment here or …
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 …
Lucinda Rose 