Category: Poem

I always knew I was special I just never knew why. I’ve come to realize  It’s because I am more than just one person. I am an artist.  I am a scientist.  I am a singer.  I am a dancer.  I am an actor.  I am an astronaut.  I am an athlete.  I am an…

Today, I am an artist. Yesterday, I was a scientist. Tomorrow, I’ll be an engineer. Last week, I was a singer. Next week, I’ll be an actor. Last month, I was a fortune teller.  Next month, I’ll be an athlete.  Last year, I was a dancer. Next year, I’ll be a doctor.  This year, I…

She makes it look so easy The queen all dressed in gold The crowds cheer and adore her Everything seems to just unfold But there is more to her than what meets the eye Something as precious as a butterfly Say what you will about what made her she But there’s something you don’t know;…

Red for blood, black for night With cards you’ll never guess it right. Diamond is a sign of wealth Though not always a sign of health. Club is the mark of a fight Typically found in the dead of night. Spade to bury those who are dead Never let it go to your head. The…

There is a place where people vanish without a trace.  Most think this area is the Bermuda Triangle, but they are wrong about that place.  The house gravitates there occasionally.  Sure, almost annually. But the real source of disappearances is the house itself.  Just don’t look for the elf. The House of Sirens is no…

The days are long, The struggles are hard,  But I have never come so far. The storms rage on, The wind still howls, But I have never come so far. Task after task, job after job, There is no end to the chores.  But I have never come so far. I want it all to…

What the world wants is amusement, But that is not what the people see. The world sees entertainment, But the people know they are not free. The spotlight shines down from above The stars shine bright in the dark The cannon rolls in on the dove Yet all it needs is a spark. The monkeys…

What am I? I do not know. So please, Won’t you tell me so? Am I a room? Am I a shelf? Am I a building? Or Santa’s elf? Well, it depends, I’d have to say, On what you see of me, This day. I must be a treasure box, Because there is treasure within…