http://slow.writerscafe.org/bcpoet The original writings of author bey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017781 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 lonesome poet…speak to my quiet heartdo not spare your wordi hunger for allwithin you to sayall that is loudall mutegive to me what you desirebut timid to loosenopen your swollen bellyand douse me with your rich inknestle your seedin the seat of my souland walk in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/578800/ i saymake love to meand take me from this suffocating placestand and watch mesee how i stagger to the bedand fall upon iti kick the pillows to the floorbecause i want every inch of the mattressto know what it is i feelit knows me alreadyfor it holds many of my tearsi have t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/566576/ yesi see your beautifuland though you are nota queen ushering radiant beautythis is your supremacyyour plainness runs offlike waters through the mountainsyou nourish the soil of mequietly, as the seed 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want true love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/520775/ i had this monkey on my back for the longest timeit was glued to meclaws dug inlike druggin' on a New Jack City blockhorseblowand rocki couldn't shake the strong holdi mistook this fool's goldfor a life full of gemsall sparkling and shityeah...i thought this was it then i started to feelwhat i .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/515504/ torrential feartethered my heart poststo head gameswhile shecalled out namesand not one i was givensome thirty years outid heard aboutdark cloudsand strong windsbrought by ladies lovingand sexingbuti believed i would be able to stand the rainshe came infast and sharplike lightening at duskdropping w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/511050/ there is a pulse marking timeat the center of mepast the denimand satini sit in liquidthick and steamy hotlike volcanic magmamy thighs burnas streams fall slowsaturating denimsoaking satineverysingletimeshe says, "baby..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/511049/ endless creationand late night scribingdipped in life inkuntil quillsare made nubtongues sharequiet expressionsmade loud bythe screeching ofpen to padwe flow extensivelyon a gesture madethe other daybefore yesterdaywhen you saidi like the wayred looks against your skinegg shell wallsbook stacksoak t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/508243/ she is my versionof perfectionslender fingerswrapped in wide knuckleswild locs stackedhigh and loosehips that dipeast and westshethe loveliest lovelyi smileeven when she makes me crythrough all of the windsthat have come and gonemy ache remains steadfastshe is myperfectionno tennor heiresssharp tong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/507335/ i traveledhundreds of milesyardsfeeteven incheshoping to undo thisdistancei hoped to gain a closenessby way of being awayfrom a tightly woven web ofincorrect directionand i hoped to gain a longingby being gone longjust enough to spark a feelingbut when the key turnedt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/497901/ once morei have lost my wordswhen life grows loudi no longer hear my ownmy wordsthey lose placelike light in dense fog http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/493150/ sweetness can rot your teethwhich is why you should neverbite into candy coated a*scrashing is certainonce all of the fast energyis burned offafter getting your rocks offyour vision becomes distortedlike watching wavy lineson a televison with no antennaas plain as black and w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/415845/ what do you think? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/409719/ releasing memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/408302/ she gave me her loveand ispat it back in her facenever allowing our spaceand time to merge intothe greatnessit could beguiltyi raised my handrelentlessly demanding whati only saw as my needi feel small nowwhat greedshe forgives meshe forgave mewhen i did not seeth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/408299/  my seedling has a broken heartwhich drips with tears and sadshe dropped her headin spoken cries she said,“i do not know my dad” and she lost her favored friendin whom she found love firstalthough she’s youngand more loves will comeinside she feels a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/406480/ a realization http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/397911/ these kind of peoplemake poetry notthey use words of sixteen syllablesto tell the readerwhat to thinkimaginefeeltheir perspectivesderived from oxford shoesand bi-focal lensesperched at the end ofhigher educated noseswhen a violet is bluethey giveirony and paradoxes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/396959/ we explode lusty passionsupon three thousand thread count sheetsour sex meetconducting mixtures ofmoans and desired climaxesour sexis un-muted and undefiledwild and sweet likefruits grown upon thick vinesi pay homage tothe curves and the linesof your departed thighsi fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/396957/ ive beenwondering and watchingthinking of stoppingpulling the ring stringto step off this thingthe motion is causingsicknessive beenimagining and figuringways of arranging and bendingthis circle thats notfitting into that squarea pairthats apparentlynot thereive bee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/395879/ you smile to maskthe liesthat have becomeyour truthlove still lives herebrother and sistermoved onmaybe they never residednot heredisrespect runsnorth to southarrived by different venuesi say f**kand s**tand shut the hell upyou say whateverand sing songsand snic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/395873/ remembering her...us http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/395870/ getting the groove back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/395869/ the rumbling in my mindneed be laid to restclanging thoughtsbangingbouncinglike canyon echoesreverberate loudlyin my headmy eyes hearthe noise behind themso boisteroussometimes i wonderif the tapping at my templesis madnessawaiting to be let in http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/395867/ at time or another http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/395865/ will yoube my poetwrap lyrical linesaround my longing soulflow sonnetsscribe psalmsin multiple versesdesigned for this poetin mindpen your poetryupon meetch deeplyyour letters after lettersforming words whichspeak into existencea resistant lovingunderstood by primal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/395864/ i am afraidi am uncertainit feels rightwhen im feeling itbut once gonei am lost againthis grip is strongi slip alongthis trail of fearsnot surely knowingif i will landat her feetand she will have meinfinityi am floating on the wind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/395863/ i want you inside mei want to feel you deepcontacting placesunknownundiscoveredby lovers beforeconquer my forrestand hunt my psycherelentlesslycast your tonguecapture my corecontain memy captain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/395862/ i entered this poetry contestand had to write about usmoons agothis would never have beena choreim grappling with wordsand hunting sophisticated phraseslikeshe is the sunrise in my dayorwithout her i will never breath againguess whatim still breathingi entered this poetry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/395861/ a ball of cryi amicy coldto the touchof my oncepithy heartdirectionlessthis bitternesschokes the lastlaughter i owni cant seemto outrunthis loss of lovemy feet wontcarry me swifti am stuckstandingin pools of wretchednessdo you hear my screamsevery orific.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bcpoet/395858/ a year agoi kissed a girlshe was a few yearsbeyond mebutthat didnt makea real differenceshe wasa smart girlthe kind whothought intheories and conclusionsand offered solutionsto problems thathad not yet surfacedshe wasdeep like thather travelsleft her energeticand brisknot worn and darkas one may thi.. 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