I’ve scribbled some poems and want to share them in their raw format. Why is it so hard to do the right thing? To lock
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and
“Oh Lord, how greatly they are blest Who put their trust in Thee! Thou givest unto them the best Of mercies full and free.
A poem by Walt Whitman brings to our attention the oppression, ill-treatment, and cruelties that people inflict on each other. The narrator acknowledges the sufferings
I’m not an expert at reading poetry, and like many of you, I find some poems impossible to understand. But there are techniques for reading
Like the hands of a clock, Stuck in time, Is the birth of an unloved Child. A petal pushes through,