Poem Index

it feels like a subtle exhilaration a private anticipation a smile begging to be let go your mind racing towards imagination analyzing...

Driving in my car, rhyming up a storm. It might feel out of pocket, but for me it's kind of the norm. I've got my beverage in hand and an...

all celestial bodies have tucked away by the incoming day a lone star clings to the vestiges of night the sky black burgeoning to deep...

I have a problem with pride so I choose anonymity as masked humility wen actually it's an excuse to hide showing my face can mean...

We think to follow is to swallow who we are We think to follow is a hollow endeavor But to follow is to find Fullness fearlessly forward...

Who said it's too late to live like a child? Awash in a bright innocent glow Of a moment in which we forgot to grow Transported back to a...

Jesus did everything with intention So let’s pay attention as doubt works to redemption You see Jesus had the schedule His planner was...

Poetry is music The tune of which cannot be transcribed The melody of which rings on within the poet’s mind alone And the harmony of...

Inspiration wreaks havoc on my sleep Thoughts race through that I try to keep Seeing what enlightenment I can reap Before blackness on my...

Originally posted 2/22/17 ©2017 Hannah Quense

dampened spots upon a page become wrinkled patches as they age perhaps marking the spot of emotion run deep but no, it cannot, it’s a...

Originally posted 2/15/17 ©2017 Hannah Quense

FROM THE ARCHIVES #4 I wrote this poem back in 2007, when I was coping with moving on from 8th grade into my freshman year of high...

Originally posted 2/8/17 ©2017 Hannah Quense

Drifting As I begin shifting around in my bed Searching for the sweet spot to be my sleep spot I can’t help but consciously ponder my...

Originally posted 2/1/17 ©2017 Hannah Quense

Originally posted 12/14/16 ©2016 Hannah Quense

Originally posted 12/8/16 ©2016 Hannah Quense

FROM THE ARCHIVES #3 From the good ole days when me and my sister shared a room, but shared little else in common. sleeping sister sits...

Originally posted 12/1/16 ©2016 Hannah Quense