Between Sun and Flame The summer sun begins to fade,its golden crown in twilight laid.The air grows crisp, the breezes call,whispering promises of Fall. Bare feet that danced on sand and shore,now step through fields where leaves will soar.The laughter lingers, soft and near,a memory of the bright, warm year. Shadows stretch with gentler grace,September... Continue Reading →
Poem of the Week, September 14, 2025
The Game Plan We’re built on handshakes, laughs, and grit,Trash talk flying, but all in wit.From backyards, courts, or fields of green,We live the game and love the scene. The jersey’s stained, the cap’s worn through,A busted shoe still carries you.It’s not the gear that makes the man,It’s giving your best, because you can. We... Continue Reading →
Poem of the Week, September 7, 2025
Together, We Rise The world may weigh upon your chest, Yet still your heart beats with its best. Through twists and turns, Through the highs and lows, Your quiet strength forever shows. Each stumble plants a seed of light, Each tear gives way to clearer sight. You've faced storm You've walked the rain, And still... Continue Reading →
Poem of the Week, August 28, 2025
You Are Not Alone They said your path is marked with loss,a hand unfair, a heavy cross.Yet still you stood, unbowed, unbroken,with “hope” the truest word unspoken. You go through life with ups and downs,often not knowing that you show your frown.You begin your day expecting loss,not realizing that you bear the cost. The drama... Continue Reading →
Poem of the Week, August 21, 2025
Silently Grieving, We Cry Silently grieving, we cry.Nestled in our beds at night.No one knows the pain we feelSince the sorrow is our blight. Silently grieving, we cry,Hoping that someday we heal.We walk with shadows pressed to skin,The ache too deep for words to hold. Our smiles are armor, thin and frail,Our laughter forged to... Continue Reading →
Poem of the Week, August 14, 2025
The Weight of Our Hands We are not always the shattered glass,not only the echoes of a breaking past.Sometimes the cracks were drawn by choice,a whisper silenced, a louder voice. The world can wound, it leaves its mark,but often we strike our own kindling spark.We carve the roads with trembling feet,then curse the stones beneath... Continue Reading →
