Search Close

Search

One book, printed in the hearts own wax, is worth a thousand in the stacks

Nay, we honor no kings without kingdoms

He comes to find an empty tent within – poem by Teresa of Lisieux

What is a poet?

What if you slept…

On Children by Kahlil Gibran

Original Poem: Benjamin

I saw that the meaning of life…

A photograph: Original Poem by Jeramy Mohler

Dobby Gibson’s Titles Left Unpoemed

  • 3
  • of
  • 7