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...