http://slow.writerscafe.org/hannahdelaney16 The original writings of author Hannah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033170 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A girl falls in love with an older guy. They break up in Winter and until Summer rolls around, she finds herself not even being capable of thinking about him without feeling the hurt still. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/601086/ I wrote this the night before I broke up with my boyfriend. We met via cyberspace and it was long distance. I should have ended it long before but I was foolish enough to have believed his lies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/491242/                                     His Love                        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/474944/ The Princess may have lost Prince Charming......but she will be happy instead of sad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/467823/ Unwanted inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/463154/ Fear is.......Fear is being scared to death,Fear is something engraved in you since you were young The young that was subjected to a tramatic eventSomething you truly never learn to forget Fear is powerful,Controlling you it makes your body shake and sweat,It makes your m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/462942/ Sierra sat in the pile of leaves, coloured with vibrant reds and oranges. She picked up all the leaves her tiny hands could hold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/462115/  I think of everythingI have ever asked forFrom the Lord All the piecesOf poetryI’ve ever wrote I compare them with you,You are the nounsIn every stanzaThe thoughtFor each prayer I’ve always liked deepnessBut I’ve never been this .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/461247/      I don’t know how to tell you    How the tune of happiness goes It’s something that can’t be explainedSomething that only a heart can knowThat same familiar beatWith an unknown partner    Happiness caused by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/461242/  What is Love? Love is knowing that a person will be there for you no matter what. That they will see you at your worst and it won’t matter to them. Love is having a sense of belonging, security. The love of God is bigger then any other love. God sees us at our worst, he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/461238/ Dream..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/459733/ The thoughts are traumatic Like a gun to my headThey shatter the hapiness and joy,I'm glad he isn't dead My worst nightmare almost came trueThe only thing that stopped itIs my belief in you,God You saved my earthly father's life,When a car and man threatened to make him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/459157/ Once upon a time my great-grandmother, who was a very special woman, gave me a doll that would mean as much to me as her memory does. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/459086/                                 I jumped and sat up oin the bed. Something was moving inside of me, it wasn't a stomach movement but it was in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/458105/ She can remember clearly,Walking into the colorless hospital waiting roomShe had a wound about an inch deep,an inch wideIt was on her lower thigh The doctor called her into a cubicleAssessing her wound he looked  her in the eyes "It will heal in timeWe're going .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/456963/ I stand in their handsThey have a firm grasp on my neck,If they held me the other wayThey would surely laugh They swing me gently across the plateNot too gentle, just so I don't get dizzy When the ball crawls pastI am unmovedI agree, they made a wise choice .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/455028/ Give me my linesGive me my cues When I am needed I will step on the stageLines will be memorizedActions will be playedIn costume I will be Give me my partAnd I will provideThe best entertainmentThat my mind can create What part can I fill?What parts do you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/454698/ How I think it will feel to meet my love in person. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/454453/ I wrote this while my boyfriend was in hospital. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/454450/ My mother has had fibromyalgia for years but was only diagnosed two years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/454444/ I have been playing softball for eight years. In several cases I have seen how guys react to girls playing the sport. They think we can't catch or hit. Like Sarah there are those of us who can prove them wrong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/454133/ I walk along the sandy beachThe sun is set, the moon is outEach star twinkles with delight The lively windPushes the waves against the sand,Then gently pulls them back It blows through my long brown hairLeaving me chilled, The wind bit my toes I pull my sweater.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/454113/ From what I can think of the roses symbloize two lovers who are far apart. The blanket represents when they are near to each other, the rain and the sun's rays represent how they feel when they are apart. Just what I think. I wrote this myself.Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/453271/ A classic tale of what love can cause a person to do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/451717/ This is one for the kind of girl/woman who believes in a fairytale ending. Or for a guy/man who wants to surprise the love of his life with her own "Happily Ever After". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/449436/ The pain of loosing a loved one never goes away. Getting through the first year without them is the hardest part. But eventually the pain lessens and their memory stays. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/449416/ Not much to say,I think it's self-explanatory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/448409/ Even though I never got the chance to meet my brother, he died before I was born. I still wish he could be here. I miss him but he's better off without the troubles life would have given him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/448407/ This poem is of reflection on my past. However I think that just about anyone could apply their live to this poem. I really enjoy this poem. I love to read it over and over again. It never gets boring for me to remember good times. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/444345/ Gwen is having a flashback. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/438698/ I recently visited the place where I used to live. The feelings of walking past my old house overwhelmed me. Many memories inspired me to write this piece. Enjoy!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/434613/  Oh dear LordWhat a challengeYou have soughtYou've showed me loveA gentleman no doubtA stranger both kind and dearHas placed a bidUpon this heartHis ways are specialAnd him I've grown to loveI've prayed to you so longI knowFor a man to lay claimTo my heartPraying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/429587/ Gwen is in her senior years.She does not remember her life or why she is in an old age home. She is more than confused with her surroundings and the people that love her the most. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/415947/ What's funny about you is.....You light up my dayWhat's funny about you is....You make me smile What's funny about me is....I'm falling for youWhat's funny about me is...I'm too shy to ask What's funny about us is.....That we might never existWhat's funny about us i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/410230/ I am outraged by the behaviours of my school population.I think that they all need a reality check! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/410125/ The  sweet smell of rosesIt makes my heart acheThe smell of my loveIs still nearHis hands not long agoTouched this fragile rose As fragile as it maybeIt brings to meUntold happinesUntold joy This rose resemblesThe sweet loveOf my boyHis heart not long ago.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/410107/ I started this poem,not knowing what to write.Eventually like all the rest of my work they involve the Lord's work.(This even sounds like a poem!) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/409875/ Created out of pure inspiration and faith. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/409510/ A poem I wrote about a tragedy in Newfoundland on March 12th 2009. A helicopter crashed into the ocean on its way to an oil rig. There were eighteen people on board and as of this publication there was one survivor, one confirmed dead and the rest(16) hav http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/387449/ This is the first chapter to a novel I have started. It is the beginning of a flashback from a woman later in life who has gone through an ordeal that has deeply affected her in everyway possible. Stay tuned to find out what happened to this woman! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/387123/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hannahdelaney16/387089/