by Story Embers | Sep 5, 2019 | Poems |
By Andrew Strachen When people came from a distant land, They saw a light held in her hand, A rock that stood within the sand, That stood for liberty. And now she strains to keep her hold Upon a nation’s soul that’s sold, A legacy so true and bold, From sea to...
by Cindy Green | Aug 22, 2019 | Poems |
If you’ve ever met a demon, you’ve known leashes, locks, and ties, you’ve known every filthy fingerprint that’s lined you with its lies. If you’ve ever met a demon, you’ve let pretty pretense go, because surely it’s no monster if it’s here to help you grow. It...
by Story Embers | Jul 25, 2019 | Poems |
By Rachel Rogers I was built deep and hungry, with a heart that wanted to be filled with so much beauty and emotion and love. I thought that was my gift, my blessing— being able to contain it all. To soak up each sunset, to treasure every precious friend. But then...
by Cindy Green | Jul 18, 2019 | Poems |
Tornado winds raged when I was here last. Your fingers ran through my hair and calmed the strands the storm had tangled. I wondered how long before I felt that safety again. I left that home, the ocean tide calling me; its waves louder than winds. They held more...
by Brianna Storm Hilvety | Jun 27, 2019 | Poems |
People call her strong, and when she speaks, thunder roars. From her heart flows a downpour that drowns and overwhelms many a landscape. But within the churning clouds hides a gentle flicker of light, each flash and each vein a memory of past hurts and triumphs that...
by Hope Ann | Jun 13, 2019 | Poems |
Each mask hides another, Veil on tearstained veil. Each tattered page of my heart, Inked and stamped and sealed In the shadows of my mind. I wrote myself a fantasy, Bound my heart in steel. The bleeding aches I turned to scars, My dreams to sweat and tears. I formed...
by Story Embers | Jun 6, 2019 | Poems |
By Shannon Caeley Broken towers, ripped apart. Life is full of pain; nothing is right. All has been demolished. How did it get this way? Tattered and torn, broken to bits. Was life always pain and suffering? And yet a never-ending wave of what it has been...
by Story Embers | May 29, 2019 | Poems |
By Catherine McBride Baby’s feet are tender, tiny, pink, and sweet; Rosebud toes are curled tight, wrinkles soft and deep. Baby’s feet are clumsy, and fumble as she tries. Hands and knees and triumph, then disappointed cries. Baby’s feet are...
