Showing posts from January, 2020

Question Time

Here are five random questions, so you all can know me a little better.   Do you prefer to write with a blue or black pen?     Blue  Do you prefer reading paper or electronic  books?  Paper, because they have distinct smells that help engrave each story in you brain.  Do you like ice in your drinks?  Yes, ice is an every day essential.  What's your favorite scent  Petrichor, the refreshing smell of rain.  Do you like your cereal soggy or crunchy? I prefer it a little mush and crunchy at the same time.  Bonus question:  When you look at a guy, what is the first three things you notice? Eyes, hands, and smile. I hope to start doing a question day at the end of each month. 

Old Coffee Tin

On an ol'  Coffee tin  Decked gold and green trim, The words read:  Gold Roast A coffee brand,  Trade and mark,  High grade,  Grand!  Imported,  Roasted,  And packed as A breakfast blend.  Written by Evelyn Creon 

Mask of Pride

Every day I get caught up in my daily life, I forget that some of the most powerful and inspiring poetry is not just about every day life. It's about living, feeling, and most importantly emotion. Anybody can write a rhyming phrase that sounds good, but a poet digs within his or herself and writes what hurts them most to write, the dirty grimy stuff that they don't want to show the world. Recently I realized that my was not digging into the depths of me, instead I was writing halfheartedly with no empowering emotion. So, today I bring you a poem that is full of my emotion.  Mask of Pride I walked up the street with my head held high, I had no shame only my pride.  Pride the one thing that held me together, To get me up off the ground when I was under the weather.  No matter the day, night, or time I showed it not, my mask of pride.  Pride covered my sadness, hurt, and anger.  It helped me live my life and stay put together.  When ever I fell, was beat

Headache Extreme

My head was pounding, It knew not relief. The dreadful pain drummed As I prayed for some peace. No peace came To ease my pain, So I bore it on with grief. I could not run, or jump, Nor bend to my knees. All of those things Caused overwhelming pain. I dared not look at light at all For it shined so bright It formed a dizzy spell. My head felt as if it would burst! The thought scared me More than it could ever hurt. Written By Evelyn Creon