http://slow.writerscafe.org/SteveHarmer The original writings of author Steve H en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058470 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The first in a series of books written for 7 year olds and younger. Let me know what you think, would love to hear any feedback. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/716299/ Second of my 'Les Femmes Tragiques' quartet. Beatrice is representative of Summer. The moral of this poem is 'don't burn your bridges.' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/656843/ First of my 'Les Femmes Tragiques' quartet. Clarice is representative of Spring. The moral of this poem is 'curiosity killed the cat.' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/642689/ A silly poem, just a bit of fun! Inspired by an Autumn in London. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/635781/ Again this one only took me 10 minutes but I was thinking about my own grans house, (she still lives there) and its a creepy old thing but i love it and it inspired this poem! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/606047/ Just a silly fun one I did in a free half hour :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/596769/ Its hot, and I fancied writing something, this one took about 3 minutes so its not amazing, but made me chuckle in a dark kinda way! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/568202/ Another quick write :) Not completely polished but Im fairly happy with it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/557258/ This a crude one, so I apologise straight away to my readers that dont appreciate the lower brow, still, for those of you out there as immature as I.. enjoy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/557257/  Thewas a day back long ago, when walking through the breezeIsaw a kid, gave him a shove, it knocked him to his kneesItook from him a fifty pence that shone under the sunAndcraftily I sped away as fast as I could run! Butunbeknownst to me a cloud had watch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/516774/ Not sure whether this was a song or a poem in my head, I warn you its a little dark, but please dont take it seriously. If you've seen the film 'Keeping Mum' thats the kind of things I was thinking of http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/500357/ Just wrote this quickly after today/yesterdays weather haha :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/495621/ Wrote this in about 15 minutes, was talking with a freind about two people who find they have past heartbreak in common, and this just flowed out. Im quite pleased with it, would be nice to hear your opinions! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/479021/ Had a free five minutes, haven't written in a while! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/472170/  Staring into my coffee mug I sit in the kitchen at nightSilence rules at 3am, darkness hides my tears from sight.Out the window nothing moves, the world seems to have pausedBut I’m still here and thinking ‘bout the feelings that you’ve caused. I haven’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/434518/  My feet just started walking one day, did it by themselvesI tried to stop myself; grabbed on to doorframes, tables, shelvesOnly in my pants and socks I was steered straight out the doorI tried to grab my trainers but they wouldn’t help me anymore Around the corner I went.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/421717/  I’m in a garden in the sky where sunlight grows on treesWhen it’s ripe its drops straight down and shines on land and seasI’m in a factory in the sky where they make the cloudsAnd once they’ve filled them up with rain they drop them out in crowds. I&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/418963/  With a twist in the darknessThe nothingness swellsAs I fall through the vacuumA single tear wells In a world made of mirrorsI find myself satIn the mirrors I’m differentA brooding black cat Then the room changesI’m stood in a chapelWhere a choir .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/416914/   After hoursLets goSomewhere oursThat no-one knowsOver fieldsThrough the treesRunning freeLike a breezeHand in handHearts as oneLife togetherJust begunUnder starsThe moon our guideNe’er againWe’ll need to hideOpen airSky aboveWe’ll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/416898/  Freindly streets don’t feel the same when you’re not thereSmiling faces, all feel coldSunshine isn’t quite as warm as it once wasWhat once was new all seems so old Like a book without pages Ive nothing to sayIm a singer thats lacking a songLike a compass .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/410758/ Just meant for a bit of fun! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/409374/ Just a curious tale of sorts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/408612/ Quite crude, but just a bit of fun. You've been warned! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/400154/ Wrote this after seeing a competition on here, rather inspiring topic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/399117/ Just silly really, bit rude though! You've been warned! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/399110/ Was in a sentimental mood :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/399082/ A little bit of fun, but not completely fabricated? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/399080/ Inspired by the brilliant mind of Ethan Boroian. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/399043/ Looked out my window and saw a balloon, got me thinking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/399041/  Under the clock tower witnessed by timeA silhouette sits all aloneIt’s not on a chair, but the grass brown and bareYet it sits like it’s sat on a throne. Soulless eyes blink and an endless mouth yawnsAs the hands of the clock slowly swayThe silhouette smiles at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SteveHarmer/399040/