Poetry Articles

Oh, how the stones cried. By Daisy TorresOh, how the stones cried,watching Him fall.Knowing His sacrifice,was the greatest of all.---Piercing Him asunder,blood through and through,was the stick He created,for me and for you.---Oh, how the cock crew,For betrayal it...

Living WaterBy Daisy TorresI am a droplet, heavy and hanging, until ever so gently, like a mother's soft singing, I'll help a bush meet light.I am a puddle, small and nothing, but soon I'll have meaning when I nourish some life.I...

The Party Tree By Jenny Chasteen Do you remember, last September, Ocean wind blew from the west, And rustled lanterns in the party tree, your favorite place to rest? Although the dark extinguished day, the shadows turned around to flee ‘Cause a thousand stars were...

THE FIDDLER AND THE TREEBy William StarkeyDown the winding road went he, The Fiddler with his tree, He’d chopped it from a hill nearby When drinking down some tea. The leaves were gold and bristles...