Our Poetry Collection

The Sadness of a Single Shoe on the Highway

A lonely sneaker, gray with grime,A victim of a careless time.Where is its partner, where's the foot?What hurried journey was afoot?It lies and waits for pouring rain,A punctuation...

The Bittersweet Taste of the Last Summer Fruit

The final peach, so warm and sweet,A perfect, fleeting, sun-filled treat.It holds the taste of long, bright days,Of humid nights and golden haze.And in this bite, a sweet despair,A...

The Frustration of a Forgotten Word

It sits upon the highest shelf,Just past the reach of my mind's self.A shadow of a sound, a shape,A perfect word, I can't escape.I pace and mutter, search and frown,As other, lesse...

The Sadness of Outgrowing a Favorite Shirt

The threads are soft, the colors fade,A hundred memories were made,Within this worn and fragile seam,A faded, adolescent dream.But now the fit is wrong and tight,A ghost of who I w...

The Nostalgia Triggered by a Forgotten Smell

Not sight or sound, but just a trace,Of dusty chalk in a forgotten place.The scent of rain on summer tar,And suddenly, I know just where we are.My mind, it leaps across the years,I...

The Ghosts of a Closed-Down Carnival

The Ferris wheel, a metal spy,Stares blankly at a winter sky.The ticket booths, with peeling paint,Recall a joy, now old and faint.The ghosts of laughter, spun-sugar sweet,Still ha...

The Feeling of Being Judged by a Cat

It sits and stares with narrowed eyes,A furry sphinx, both still and wise.It watches every move I make,For goodness, or for evil's sake.I feel my flaws, my every sin,Reflected from...

The Artist Who Painted Silence

No vibrant reds, no joyful blues,Just subtle grays and muted hues.She paints the hush of falling snow,The quiet way that mosses grow.A held breath on a canvas bare,The stillness of...

The Joy of Walking on Crunchy Autumn Leaves

That perfect crunch, a crisp reply,Beneath a cool and hazy sky.A symphony of snaps and rustles,A workout for my walking muscles.I go out of my way to find,The driest patch that I c...