Such men of old as none have known yet still they live today Giants, are they, among mere men have not such as these been seen?

The world is sleeping, so must I, while Winter nights are long. Wait, O Sleep! I'd rather...

A Silent Cry A Memorial Day Poem by Emily E. Finke

Visions dancing in the sky Mellow music whispering by Night is looming far ahead But come the dawn, we dance Darkness spreading far around

Here and there and everywhere, the world goes rushing by. But deep inside my little mind, I often wonder why.

A free-verse, poem by Emily E. Finke

My dear, haven’t you heard of Octobers? The days that come once a year?

I know your smile, I know your face, Your every word, recalls a trace.