Poetry Articles

By Madelynn Pitcher I walk through the halls of my life's memories, wondering if I have done everything I could to make it all right. "This is the last time," I tell myself as my fingertips glide across the cement blocks that create and form the structure that holds...

If all my words were currency, were magic and were spells, I’d write the world into a place where they could buy and sell. I’d have castles built from poetry, and mountains raised from song; the rushing rain would fall in colors and my favorite...

By Ingrid Dornbirer With Jesus inside me, I should be strange, White against a sea of black. With Christ in charge, I should be lovely, A rose among thorns. With the Savior on my side, I should be fearless, Saying no when everyone says yes. If...

By Eliza Downer One normal autumn day Lurking darkness flew Few knew of the coming evil Morning coffee, rushed goodbyes, final hugs Clocked in, ready to work Lunch break, stay or leave? A loud crash, confusion, unknown Run confused to the light...