There was a hot kitchen, In a little town, In the mid summer, Where heat empowered all. It dragged its employees Through ditches full of...

"Shhhh-tik-tik-tik, Shhhh-tik-tik-tik." The sprinkler seemed to say On repeat all day. Watering to keep grass green In the summer heat,...

Thousands of words A picture holds, In invisible ink Waiting for you to decode. A picture captures Long forgotten memories And tells, of...

Home is a place Where the people we love dwell. Home is a place Where we learn to understand Good and bad. Home is a place Where we laugh...

A composition of perfection Was painted on a canvas. A majestic view Of water, trees and mountains. The colors blended pleasantly...

In repetition, the water It beats against the rocks Than it crashes beneath it's surface with incredible force. written by Evelyn Creon

Poetry has held its own For hundreds of years in the past. Just because of trying times It’s sure to make it the best. The beauty and...

The simple little things Are what we most remember. It's a father that spends time With his children. A sweet note that's written And to...

The reflection in the water Is a false projection Of a realistic display. The water image a tad fuzzy In contrast to the original. Both...

Author's Note: I had a blast writing about a real place with a fictional twist. Beneath the city of New Orleans, At the mouth of the...

Cut out of edges rough A little hope, the gem was caught. Just enough to light a spark To ignite a flame in the dark. written by Evelyn...

In a basket Resting on the floor Lies a little baby Peacefully asleep. Warm and cozy, In sweet dreams. While snowflakes Fall outside in...

To have your heart broken By someone you love They have to drop it From a high place above. Let it fall without a care As they watch it...

I peered beneath the surface A view caught my gaze, One of distant beauty That none could ever gage. It was powerful and priceless, Full...

Your voice is like no other That I have ever heard. It makes my heart beat faster With every single word. Your eyes don't get me started...

Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat bong bong. Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat bong bong. The ground began to shake As the rhythm went on. Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat bong...

Passion was what pushed her Too fulfill her dreams. The love of the thing she did Made her success and fame. She really didn't want All...

Sliver dipped moon-beams Carved in plated blade cuffs, Trapped in a trunk Full of antique stuff. written by Evelyn Creon

I have often left my perch Just to sing a note. So to let it fly Throughout all the earth To spread a tone of truth. written by Evelyn Creon

The sunset in the sky Is dreamer than most. With it's pastel colors Sinking slowly Past the coast. written by Evelyn Creon