Early in the Morning, A little child whimpers, Begging for his mother Sleeping in the next room. Early in the morning, The drowsy mother...

Far away in the moon light, Faintly, could you see A flicker of a fire In midst of everything. Dimly lit, it stood there. Dying slowly...

As the sun beat down on my pores I paid no attention to what was in store. Now my body is blistered and sore From the fun I had off...

Author's Note: Now that May has passed by, I bring a little present from the beginning of my relationship with my husband. I went and...

We live in a broken world Torn apart by sin. Everywhere we turn, We can see it seeping in. It is on our screens, Our town and city...

A gentle breeze hit me Warming my chilly arms and reassuring my heart That sunny spring season is coming. The brisk grass made way for my...

Author's Note: Today's poem is about how I am feeling about the idea of being a mother (my all-time dream job). I am torn between two...

Author's Note: Today I opened up my old writing notebooks looking for inspiration. Out of my 11 books, I found something that hit me hard...

Our cozy apartment was a stepping stone. One that fit our needs, And that I turned into our home. The house we now reside in, Is another...

Dust on the cabinets, Tables, and chairs Is made up of mostly dead skin cells; I hear. written By Evelyn Creon

Close your eyes, Let's pretend We're close together, So when we're far apart We can close our eyes and smile. written by Evelyn Creon

Today I did a thing, I haven't done in a while. I put myself first when the sun rose. I read a couple books, washed my hair, Cleaned my...

"Do you ever dream?" A little girl with a basket asked me one day. "Once upon a time I think. Life doesn't have time For such childish...

Rains of terror A deadly planet sixty-three light-years away. A pretty blue sphere that looks like earth, But death within it reigns. A...

I used to know who I was, And I confidence in me. Now I feel like a lost sailor On a raging sea. written by Evelyn Creon

"Do I write?" I ask myself, Drawing pictures in blue ink. Surrendering this blank page Is that what my heart seeks? "Do I pick up the pen...

Pardon my feelings They often cloud my judgment. I have a weakness For doing and saying what I feel, Instead of what I know is right....

Author's Note: What is your ideal life? I ask this question in today's poem, because the life that I am living right now is not my ideal...

The hill was steep, The snow was light, Mud and sticks, Oh, what a sight. "Let's try to sled!" We all said. The first to try The deathly...

Who are you? I do not know. YOU are a stranger tall and old. I've met you once or twice before, Maybe even thrice. YOU seem so sweet and...