http://slow.writerscafe.org/lifeisgood The original writings of author EdenHarper en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776113443 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I have nothing to give-Nothing to offer Dreams are life-The real world is tougher Don’t think I’m cruel-You have a buffer I live in one world-And you in another Some things don’t change-They say why bother&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1374930/ Keep your feet ahead, it’sthe only way to runWhen time is money and moneyis timePeople don’t ask questions,just to see a dime Keep your eyes wide open,under the beating sunWhen life is made of time andtime is made of lifePeople forget the good andjust recall the strife&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1335259/ a tale for this time of year :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1258210/ Downcast eyes and shuffling feet past mistakes bound to repeat merely by popular opinion, belief        The runningboy did what he does best-    he laced up hisshoes... and left you with regrets  Drowning on land, lungs finding no air try to find new .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1233382/ A poem written to inspire someone who means a lot to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1155670/ Fingers brush across-     A map placed before the eyes no trails yet have been traced-     Suddenly you realize Ground must be tread-     The blank sheet gripped in hand A fellow looking ahead wont fall-     As ink traces lan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1104290/ Frosty panes and pale blue eyes No snow- no flakes you realize- Just a nose to the glass Faint sigh of foggy breath is heard Heartfelt wish now seeming absurd- Just a nose to the glass Eyelids taking on the wait Icy fingers in a frightful state- Nose still to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1090331/ this is a poem trying to capture some of the feelings of all those affected by the Connecticut shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary school. and in the end, calling for courage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1089411/ a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1057927/ Windows to the soulTake in a broken sceneReplaying daily to beholdStories wishing to be untold Statue faces unmovingUnable from ashes to riseIs their heart still beating?Or from their past still fleeing? Feet of weights wonderingOn paths leading .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1023049/ a sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1023035/ Silken cords of moon-strung lightAn owl’s tremor in the nightSkeletal silhouettes danceWhile midnight prowlers will unite Parades of shadows unseenAll masquerading as a queenIt’s not all as it would seemOn night’s dark word one cannot lean Cloaked serenades arise Wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1022558/ Dear Samantha Eloise Carter,The course to a battle we charterYour trusting heart is what I did breakWhen this wearisome road is what I did takeDear Samantha Eloise Carter,I ner’ fashioned myself a martyrI pray that you think it not unjustThat with my foes; only blood is their lustDear Samantha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1022556/ this poem is dedicated to the courageous men and women who have given their lives to protect the freedom so many take for granted today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1022261/ Thedawn awakens embraced with sunburst lightSilverdipped threads strung with glimmering gemsStrungby tiny weavers all through the nightPlethoraof blossoms with reaching stemsGreetthe spring day with brilliant facesCurioustravelers explore anewWhileeuphoric water.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1022252/ IThe optimum of somesoul’s imagination,A brilliant storyunfurls its sails to glideTo creativitiesundisclosed location.The ink sketchedenthralling words flow like a tide.Crinkling pages ofonce breathing ancient tree,Clutched in eagerhand by the glow of the he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1022244/ I once found asparrow in the gardenIts wing was bent itseyes were glazedFor this small friendI couldn’t pardonA life not full ofdays I once saw tomcat onthe prowlBody a network ofscarsI saw no hope for therunning afoulTo them everydayreplays.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1022229/ Midnight stretch of land and seaA heart on wing, faras the crow fliesAnd my father saysthese words to me,“Nay, nothing is setin stone, you see.” Mute and cold thewalls do seemOffering me nosympathyNaive and illprepared I they deemAs my hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lifeisgood/1020701/