The Sun by Sara Dickson

by Admin | Apr 28, 2026 | Poems, Poetry, Spring Poems

Blaze, sun, blaze you fire streak,
Above horizon ashen sneak,
Specked with brilliant heat from molten core,
Ball of flames such orange pumpkin,
Burning object, many lore.

A gleeful creature shed rays of light,
Bring swift end to blanket night,
Lava white pinpricks vanish far,
Seen not 'till the moon prevails,
And sky so soft is dipped in tar.

She with fame a myth ruled over day,
Angel pure free from decay,
Deity honored with many precious gift,
Bow down to her majesty,
Sacrificed poor lamb so swift.

But she, a terrible being slaughter,
Stole away liquid, took the water,
Dried the life, said died of thirst,
Wrinkled hopeless fruit from limb,
Not only blessing, 'tis the worst.

Sara Dickson

When Silence is Heard

by Admin | Mar 30, 2026 | Poems, Poetry

When silence is heard poem

In quiet rooms where whispers fade,
I hold the words I’m slow to trade.
No eager ear nor friendly gaze,
Just watchful walls that keep my days.

A thousand thoughts like scattered sand,
Slip through the spaces of my hand.
Who counts them all? Who hears them fall?
He knows. He listens. Knows them all.

I need no crowd to weigh my heart,
No vows that fail or drift apart.
When voices fail and doors are shut,
He is enough. My soul is shut.

The secrets kept in silent air,
He gathers gently in His care.
The tears I hide behind my eyes,
He measures deep. He hears my sighs.

When no one stays and none remain,
He mends the seams of unseen pain.
In quiet trust I find my part:
He is enough to fill my heart

The Spring

by Admin | Mar 26, 2026 | Spring Poems, Poems, Poetry

The Spring

By Thomas Carew

Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost

Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost

Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream

Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;

But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,

And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth

To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree

The drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee.

Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring

In triumph to the world the youthful Spring.

The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array

Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May.

Now all things smile, only my love doth lour;

Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power

To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold

Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold.

The ox, which lately did for shelter fly

Into the stall, doth now securely lie

In open fields; and love no more is made

By the fireside, but in the cooler shade

Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep

Under a sycamore, and all things keep

Time with the season; only she doth carry

June in her eyes, in her heart January.

At the Equinox

by Admin | Mar 25, 2026 | Spring Poems, Poems, Poetry

At the Equinox

By Arthur Sze

The tide ebbs and reveals orange and purple sea stars.

I have no theory of radiance,

but after rain evaporates

off pine needles, the needles glisten.

In the courtyard, we spot the rising shell of a moon,

and, at the equinox, bathe in its gleam.

Using all the tides of starlight,

we find

vicissitude is our charm.

On the mud flats off Homer,

I catch the tremor when waves start to slide back in;

and, from Roanoke, you carry

the leafing jade smoke of willows.

Looping out into the world, we thread

and return. The lapping waves

cover an expanse of mussels clustered on rocks;

and, giving shape to what is unspoken,

forsythia buds and blooms in our arms.

Our Garden of Forever

by Admin | Mar 23, 2026 | Poems, Love Poems, Poetry

Our Garden of Forever Poem by Hannah Morales

Amid the blooms your hand finds mine,
A bond eternal, pure and divine.
Through gentle days and trials deep
Our vows are roots that never sleep.

Like butterflies in morning air,
Our love takes flight beyond despair,
No fleeting time, nor passing year, 
Can dim the truth that keeps us near.

Your Voice a calm that soothes my way
It turns the night to brighter day,
Through storms that bend the fragile tree,
Your strength remains a shield for me.

In every leaf, in skies above,
The World is painted with our love,
And as the seasons come and go
Our Garden blooms, its light will grow

Hannah Morales