When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb, make thee?

"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existance. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses." -John Fitzgerald Kennedy

  • Books, by Grace

  • Friends, by Grace

  • A Lot to Be Thankful For, by Grace

  • New England Poem, by Grace

  • Riddle Me This, by Grace

  • Snowflakes, by Grace

  • A New Day is Dawning, by Grace

  • Emma, by Zanna

  • And the Ink Was Her Blood, by Zanna

  • Flying Horse, by Blair
  • The Threshold of My Dreams, by Zanna

  • Haikus: Earth, Air, Fire, Water, by Zanna

  • Breathe, by Zanna

  • Recipe for Snowflakes, by Gail

  • Tears, by Heather

  • Our World, by Heather

  • Freedom, by Grace

  • Skipping Poem, by Anbrias

  • Silence, by Grace

  • Leaves in the Wind, by Grace

  • outside school, by Emily