Princess in his visions, Goddess of his dreams, His heart doesn’t weep such loneli… His soul cries out for thee, Thine eyes are filled with beauty,

In the soul of man, Both can be found, Infinite peace And the devils bound. Side by side they exist,

Disarray finds its grace lain upon… Hamlet, shall no one touch your sp… So shameless your name like the gl… Your purpose finds no voice, but o… Your words, misshapen, looking to…

The world came to an end in pools… And a flash of blinding, sterile w… Like some cosmic nurse saying, “Bend over, this won’t hurt a bit, Buck up little camper, take it lik…

There are times her memories fade… She almost forgets the pain. Of watching you fight with strengt… She feels her life’s in Vain. If only she could explain the Lov…

She tried to paint one of your kin… Intrigued by the art-deco lines of… Homage or art. Kneeling next to y… At how strange a creature you are.… Short and sleek like a dalmatian’s…

She gave birth to five children an… Then her first child was born and… She was named Jennell all beautif… She shook at the thought that she… Then Jade came along in her arms…

Who is this little girl, And where does she come from. Her physique, so frail. Her large dark eyes Full of sadness,

She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,

Before the sun rises, Grandpa and he take a long walk. They walk over mountains, and vall… They walk and walk. Until they reach a pond filled wit…

One of the most curious and enjoyable aspects of poetry is that a poem often summarizes a thought, an experience, or an emotion in a manner that cannot be equaled by prose. Perhaps that...

Broken hearted dreams, Crying in the night Fool hearted love, Lost within the night Broken dreams

The scent of a blossom So fragrant and frail Beauty of such quality As like told in a fairy tale. A symbol of life

“The whole of this afternoon, for… To dally among the flowers, And I shall recall some lyrical v… For these hours. Shall I tell about Helen of Troy…

She has so many penpals But they’re pretty much the same Except for their hometowns And all of their names. She has one from Italy and Berlin