Strength comes like a wave – Quietly overwhelming Touches you swiftly, Running over you softly Finding something to cling to Sometimes a tsunami – tumbling, shredding with muscles Unbinded Running too fast to overcome Left in the sand, its aloneness Leaves tenuous...
an excerpt from… Carve Your Name Into the Cross by Elizabeth Cole Carve your name into the cross— your grief is what He’s bearing, it’s for you He sheds His blood, it’s for you He’s caring. The Son of Man is risen from the dead. Carve...
– a poem by Liberty Slocum I wish I were a million jobs hiring to go to all the families in need that would be adjustable for their life and would provide school for their children.
April is Poetry Month. Getting a head start, Mrs. Likkel’s Writer’s L.A.B. class wrote a poem about a penguin selfie: Who knew fame would find them?”What is this? Is it food? A trick?” Drawn like a bee to nectar, it unexpectedly has created a buzz and...