Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-- Only this and … Continue reading The Raven
Hi everyone. I have written this poem for all those, who are or have some time in their lives have suffered from PTSD, depression or anxiety and feel all alone, with no-one to talk too. You are not alone, there is someone you can always talk to, you will only open up to someone you … Continue reading All Alone
No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It's flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn't keep up with it, Not if I ran. But if I stopped holding The string of my kite, It would blow with the wind For a day and … Continue reading Wind On The Hill
Stack by stack, shelf by shelf, I pick out books all by myself. Page by page, line by line, word by word, I make books mine. With a wave of a card like a wizard’s right hand and an alphabet-alchemy, life is just grand. By Jane Yolen
On one mystic, magic night, Jack O Lanterns glowing bright, Kids with bags of candy sweet, Roam door to door and street to street, All dressed up for trick or treat! Wizards with wands, pirates with hooks, Monsters and clowns with spooky looks, Kings and queens with capes and crowns, A princess in her royal … Continue reading Mystic Magination Night!