http://slow.writerscafe.org/hippytom The original writings of author Thomas Hews en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094810 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a lovely little couplet poem i jotted down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/328187/ A poem in triplets written for Uni. I like it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/328186/ Written for a poetry module I am taking at uni. First shot at couplets. All criticism welcome. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/326414/ New one. written right now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/316804/ Written last year whilst at university in Leicester. It was possibly one of the lowest moments of my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/315159/ Time does heal the deepest wound The slightest cut is all but cured But time cant help me anymore It is approaching with envy and strength and aggression And I can feel it clawing away at my soul      Time is a monster, it lurks all around though .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/315158/ I needed somewhere to get awaySomewhere where alone id stayAway from life and love and friendsThat place where I can finally endThis world doesn’t need another pessimistic c**tTo give it another premature shuntThe point of life is not yet knownAlthough we die once old and grown.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/315155/ It's nothing like the real world, the board game we all play None of it makes any sense, and I shall tell you why No one starts off homeless, touring London town And every year we don't get cash to lift our sorry frown We don't all start with petty cash to buy white chapel road We don&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/315152/ As I walked, through this make believe maze I stopped and looked, my eyes did gaze For what I saw, so bright and clear I could not tell, if 't was far or near Until it touched, me on the brow Such beauty, never seen till now It's skin was pale, and soft to touch And of this thing,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/315149/ Morning comes, yet I do not wake I turn and dream, for beauty's sake And before I know it, she's standing there Such flawless beauty, I breathe her air She seems so happy, I see her smile And she's here for me, such grace, such style I feels we have, forever been Perfect together, her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/315148/ Waking up as me, it seems Is no big feat, my friend, you see I'm not that different from the rest Young lazy students are all over the placeBut though you cant see from a day in my life The conflict of interest, my pain and my strife Each morning, fatigued by the workload ahead Each ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/315147/ Please please plagiarise meI can think of no greater honour than thisFor you to consider my words worthy of your ownIs a compliment of sorts, though it’s frowned upon Using my words to express how you feelCan not be a bad thing at all, I don’t thinkAs long as you use a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/315145/ Moments lost,Time remains.Brain waves freeze,I feel drained.Leave me here,With disfigured toys.I have changed,This psychedelic noise.Controls, contracts,Destroys, retracts.It stops, I dream.Feeling drained, I start to crack.Claiming time, As my own.It slips away,I'm a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/315139/ Why can you see, where the differences between, Dreams and memories lieFor a dream is a dream, and a memory must be, More real than that blissful abyssWhen I dream, I dream of love, As perfection that cannot be replacedBut the memories I have, both of love and of bliss, Are short lived.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/315138/ A poem concerning love. I love poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/315136/ I knew as soon as the invite came through the door that this would not be an enjoyable event. I mean, I get on fine with my family, but that doesn't mean Saturday night stuck in a knackered old Working men's club with every stinking one of them is something I find in the least bit favourable. I like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/314232/ It's not often that I find myself out around the town centre in an evening. I always seemed to prefer the quiet drug taking environment of my own home. But when a dear friend asked me out to a 'pound a pint' night, how could I refuse.Now for some facts that might make my night clearer. My alcoho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/314228/ went to the o2 festival in hyde park this year. I was not too impressed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/314226/ I went out. I saw a band. I had a good time. I wrote about it in a gonzo esque style. Long live the good Doctor Gonzo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hippytom/314219/