How Tender
How tender your gaze, alive with unspoken truth, pleading eyes let hearts reveal, the stirring emotions of a soul surrendered.
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
How tender your gaze, alive with unspoken truth, pleading eyes let hearts reveal, the stirring emotions of a soul surrendered.
Read moreCan you imagine the times of your life from the long-ago yesterdays? When the days were mellow, just like the
Read moreAn awakening truth can smack us right between the eyes sometimes. Like a sudden loud bolt of lightning on a
Read moreChildren speak the truth in their heart, for they have not yet learned the duplicitous face of lies, when ploys
Read moreClosure for an eternity He said once to himself I don’t have any idea how long just ask your heart
Read moreIn a way, short poetry is even more difficult to write, as there are fewer words to evoke both feelings
Read moreI am a Storyteller I always wanted to be a storyteller and nothing more. Not a writer, poet or someone
Read moreThat wicked Halloween haunts still, in dreams she comes to him to tell of the night she died on Grays Hill,
Read moreOnce driven by ego’s lame projections, I stumbled over myself, many times, and with scars to prove it I remind
Read moreI wrap myself in another blanket This one colorful with fringe Memories of another happy day At least it was
Read more1. The Skate Park To skate upon his board within his group. He laughs and suddenly stands up to ride
Read moreAs poets, we tend to wear our hearts upon our sleeves, and that, in particular, is me, unabashedly. In going
Read moreInfinity… Vanquished light recedes to night with a whimper, and star-crossed those beneath, gazing into the firmament, their dreams aloft
Read moreThe first time he heard, the muses singing, his father was busily writing. When he looked, the poetic words amazed
Read moreThe murmurs of rain hide the screaming of pain The streams of disdain that leak from inside At odds with
Read moreNostradamus A clairvoyant’s predictions of gloom and doom to a world of turmoil, waiting
Read moreThe Survivor… The beauty with sites such as TCE is that we can not only express ourselves through words but
Read more‘Often as poets, we seek inspiration from experience, from what we see and sometimes from art that touches us, seems
Read moreAnd so falls the stone, pillars of the soul, and what defences were maintained, crumble at your very gaze, your
Read moreThe tears of heaven fall upon souls to be cleansed, and in surrender, the rain may end our woes, tears
Read moreHuman is my name Being is my existence My essence is permanent And yet mysteriously fluid Without classification Or measurement
Read moreI cannot remember the cost of my losses, their pain and confusion long buried, but I know that they have
Read moreA Random and Meaningless Poem With No Message This is just a random poem, No message does it preach.
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