Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Moved by the miracles of bloom and birth from earth’s vast vault of ‘ Wow ’ It makes the commonest of noons feel like a Masterp...

Allow me, said the morning as she gently took my hand Today, because no one has been here is a foreign land And I, fresh...

Ho-hum, I said under my breath this morning as I viewed a mental mountain. 'What did you say?' asked Matt, heading out the d...

  It’s Friday And with the laundry We fold another week To our breast Where soon its cup of Laughter, loving And trifli...

So much in this world Is marred and scarred Perfection is hard to find But it exists In spite of us If love is ...

May I never be the reason My children cannot see Jesus; because they are unable To see Him shining through me *** ...

When we come to the end Of our answers We begin The journey of faith *** How swiftly comes The turning page A day, a month, a year And a...

I wish to know when I am old My legacy is not fool’s gold Treasure stored each day I live Is not in what I keep, but give *** How har...