Poetry

Hope is lost, and no amount of rhetoric can salve the bitterness.

Unrhymed poetry from Mel Trent.

When the scales are set on the table, how much weight does pain carry?

Why do we say the game-talk? We all know what it really means ...

If everyone looks the same, you may need to adjust your glasses and take a look at some new possibilities ...

After a while, you start to realize a change is inevitable ...

Poetry about looking around for the source of the mud that clogs our vision ...

Unrhymed poetry from Mel Trent

At the end of the school year, new contributor Michael Lee Berger looks back on his own formative years.

Poetry about a thrill in the dark ...

Poem, unrhymed, heartsick.

Far apart, so much seems impossible, but yet ...

For all mothers with an understanding heart ...

Ah, Muse, where have you gone?

What was seen -- was it real?

Mel Trent presents a poem about that evergreen quest.

As we wait for Spring to fully arrive, Dan Mulhollen writes about hope.

Poetry, unrhymed, by Mel Trent.

Poetry by Tyler Willson.

Green and orange, crimson prisms ... a poem about waking.

Poem, unrhymed, by Dan Mulhollen.

Poem, unrhymed, about the ungentle weather that results from passion.

Winter vista of distant hope.

In a surprising coincidence, Mel Trent's poem is a written illustration to accompany this week's cover story ...

Poetry by Mel Trent questions thoughts in the darkness.

Some blossoms have a set season, but with others, you can't tell if there will be fragrance or thorns...

When we see others around us, why can't we remember that we can't always count on a second chance?

You know them when you see them, and you can never forget how some people have them...