Poems from TheSingingPoet

I used to stutter The very thought of talking aloud used to make my heart flutter I had trouble breathing I couldn't control the rhythmic...
He lifts me high He says I’m found He picks me up from off the ground He lifts me high And never low The gift He gives is one of hope He...
Philosophically speaking We can’t help but to inquire What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to inspire? Some days we are filled...
I'm not inspired by the reckless daredevils nor by the people who fail to care But I'm inspired by the scholars and storytellers who have...