http://slow.writerscafe.org/DressedInPoetry The original writings of author Dressed in Poetry en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011662 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was a clear night.This detail I will always rememberBecause later it seemed soWrongThat the sky could be clearWith no worriesAnd no impairmentsOn the nightThat my mindWas lost. It was a clear night,So we decided to go walkingAnd we chat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/653061/ I am strongEven if I cry.Baby, I will survive. I feel aloneBut my friends are hereWith cupcakes and shoulders. I wanted spaceAnd it hurts more than I thoughtBut now I’m free. No more fightsOver little nothingsAnd small .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/646850/ This is supposed to be read aloud in slam style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/646621/ Some say that there is beauty in desperation.  Not I. I believe that in desperation, there is an ugliness so profound thatpeople call it beautiful because they know no other words to describe it. Such is the nature of the world.  If we do not understand someth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/498676/ Challenge: Write a poem inspired by a spice. (I chose "saffron.") http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/494530/ The screams spread fasterThan the wildfires asParticles of dustCloud the sky.Rising above the stars,A pillow of damnationPlaces itself where We will all rest.Knuckles of hardened soldiersBrush over katanas,Which they use as scissorsTo cut open the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/493676/ An argument/haiku war. I am in italics, my boyfriend is in bold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/493672/ Have you ever sat down to write an argument, only to end uparguing for a side you never knew you were on? This is the joy of the pen: discovery.  In reading, we discover the thoughts ofothers, but in writing, we find our own. And oftentimes, these are not what we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/493666/ Angry comments from every corner -Sighs and rants and screams of fury.Newscasters chanting gleefully as theyBurn peace signs alongside civility.Rolling eyes and clever smirks And gestures of frustrationFrom every side,As people do not understandWhy “the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/493662/ Today, I hate everything. I hate the way she looks at him.  It’s that “she’s ruining everything again” look that she always gives whenever I state my dislike for something they both enjoy – or worse, something only he enjoys and she jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/459704/ My heart (always heavy)Fell like confettiFrom the sky –Cut by a macheteThat shone highAs it flewFrom youTo my chest,Hitting true,Laying me to rest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/414324/ Written on a half sheet of paper. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/407438/ Some days, I do not feel.Writing, thinking, breathing: I do nothing.But I remember a time –How long ago? –When my writings meant the world.Poetry occupied all my thoughts andIf I had a free moment, I would beIn my secret place, alone, writing.But now, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/403510/ It returns!After the drought, the torrent of words once more falls.I have the desire once more.Perhaps it may be a double-edged sword –I understand that when I want to write,It is because my emotions are wrong,Off-balance, and chemicals are not in equilibrium,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/403436/ Quelques jours, je ne sens pas.Écrivant, pensant, respirant : je ne faire rien.Mais je me souviens un temps – Il y a combien de temps ? – Quand mes écrits signifiaient le monde. Les poèmes occupaient tous pens&eac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/403428/ Loose translation. Pantoum. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/387549/ Pantoum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/387546/ Rhyming, rhythmic pantoum. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/387534/ Falling faster Like a shooting starAcceleratingTo velocities untouchableBy anything sublunaryPerceived only as lightHurling through the nighttime skyWished upon andForgottenLike the image of a flowerCrushed beneath the fatefulWheel in the streetOn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/387531/ My hand reaches up to touch your shining face,Grazing the midnight sky along the way,Passing solar systems and galaxiesTo feel the skin upon your sunlit cheek.I grasp your shirt, holding onto stardustAs meteors and comets fly by in flames,But I only s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/387527/ He was the puppet master –The one behind the scenes –She said, blaming him forAll the crimes she had done.He was the one who pulled the strings –The one who pushed her all along -She cried, he was the oneForcing her to take the steps,To raise her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/364037/ Like a fire, some would describe her,And she wondered how so manyDifferent ideas could revolveAround the one simple word – And how that one simple wordCould encompass those manyDifferent ideas that also seemedTo revolve around her.The fire in he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/362174/ Rambling on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/359702/ Inspired by: http://weblog.xanga.com/TastyAnonymity/687442798/dear-body.html http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/359023/ Playground poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/350609/ Beginning? Middle? End? of a story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/338761/ Rhyme experiment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/336767/ Anonymi? Anonymouses? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/335253/ Everything spunLike a merry-go-roundAs her heart did pound �" PoundpoundPoundpound �"To the rhythm,The pounding rhythm �" The sounding rhythm �" In her soul.As her role Took its toll �" Stole its toll �" Sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/328405/ Not my usual. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/328392/ What I want. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/326969/ Oh, how want we are to simply forgetA thing as it disappears out of sightAnd it is this which we should most regretFor in losing the past, we lose the right.As time marches on in its measured dance,We begin to neglect what we once wereWhile we, in our turn, get caught in the tranceWhic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/326823/ You Are Cinnamon Flavored Gum: You are daring, active, and a little outrageous.You crave adventure and novelty. You like to mix things up. Your personality is extra spicy and larger than life.You love to have fun, and you are passionate about everything you do. You're .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/325769/ A bit of introspective philosophy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/324133/ b                    de               j    eg      p      e &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/322957/ Happiness is                Laying out on a park bench withThe sun’s warmth pulling you deeperInto peace and serenity.Beauty is             &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/318750/ Read the poem through, then read the words in parenthesis. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/317093/ She clung to what she knew,Never letting go of what she loved,Yet also reached out intoThe dark to grasp the unfamiliar.While with one eye she alwaysFocused upon the present – Living in the moment,Enjoying the sweet, dewy smellOf the proverbial roses –With the other she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/313306/ Why all the fighting? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/305757/ Give her a beatAnd she’d think of a song -Give her one noteAnd her heart would sing -Nearly any sound possessedThe ability to make her feel.Blaring guitars and crazy bass -Loud drums and heavy lyrics -Could make the worldScream or cry alongside her,But so too could the so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/304274/    If I could travel back in time,I’d love to meet those gods of rhyme -Shakespeare, Dickinson, Crane, and PoeAre just a few I’d like to know.And I would love a meal or twoWith Nietzsche, Freud, and Camus too.Jeanne d'Arc is on the list,And Dostoevsky c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/293396/ She was the girl whoCould interject ShakespeareInto any conversation -The girl who would reciteDostoevsky and NietzscheFor their existential wisdom -And she was the girlWho managed toPsychoanalyze everyoneWho crossed her path. She was the girl whoScribbled introspectio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/293383/  There is somethingYou should know:I loved him.His face, his voice,His arms around my waist -And you will love that too.You will loveThe delicate little compliments,The kisses upon your forehead,The tenderness of his touchAs he savagely rips offYour clothes in his se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/284610/ For un contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/284374/ This was on here a while ago, but it must have gotten lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/282461/ IntroducingThe characterWho changes nothing -Who enters stage left -Plays the part,Says the soliloquy,Then leaves the stageAmidst the scattered applause.Dreaming Of one dayBeing the partThat changes the fateOf everyone -Of everything -But knowing thatWakingFrom the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/282397/ Experimenting with rhyme. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/271461/  The monster cameAt the same time each night.The monster cameWhen dark conquered light.The monster cameCreeping, covered by gloom.The monster came,A creature from the tomb. Every night, the little girlOf no more than fourHid under the bedAs it came through the doo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/269297/ I don't know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/269268/  She believed herselfTo be a latitudinarian,Accepting and tolerantOf all the views thatAny could present to her,And she wanted everyoneTo be such,Yet she did notImagine the irony –That by wanting everyoneTo be just like her,She was not as tolerantAs she believed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DressedInPoetry/269232/