Poetry by Titus Banks
THINKING 2 MYSELFBy Titus Banks My thoughts are clouded,as sit in a two man cell that…
THINKING 2 MYSELFBy Titus Banks My thoughts are clouded,as sit in a two man cell that…
To My Father:By Logan Mott father, please teach mehow to be a great manguide me in…
Kind of LoveBy Will Speer Do flowers love?What about grass or trees?Do they love?What kind of…
BEING A MAN IS A LONELY JOBBy Michael Larue Thomas If you will lend me-partly bend…
MysticBy Steven Williams I can read between your fine lines … It has become a mystery…
DNABy Fernando Rivas 5/22/2025, 717 hrs.This DNA, 73 years old, sits on the low metal bleacher…
The Yellow RoseBy Tyreall Duboe The color yellow represents the cultivation of a new meaning of…
Mother’s Day Gift… The BibleBY George Wilder It is a traveler’s map,The pilgrim’s staff,The pilot’s compass,The…
A Place Called HomeBy Breon Powell In the vibrant city,Each street tells stories of the stateFrom…
Lux LeeBy Sarah Marcum You are perfect,So pure, I already seeI know you will grow upTo…