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Porter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000654 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your eyes met mineAnd then honey poured from your pores,And it washed over me like a wave.I licked my lipsSo that it rolled down my throatIn huge raindrops of ecstasy, andI felt it stick in my hairAnd I knew that it would be there for days.Then I collapsed,Ready for the familiar feelingOf your chest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/686845/ When I looked into your eyesI did not fall into the sky.I did not dance with the clouds,Nor did I court the sun.No.I flew into the earth.I danced with the wildflower roots,I courted the earthworms.I laid downAnd slept with my home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/579391/ A story in under thirty words...this IS a good writing exercise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/579382/ I am like a foreign ambassadorIn a foreign country;I try to communicate with the localsAnd some words break through,But most fall with a clangAt out feet.We smile at each other,Pretend to understand,But really, the distance between usIs vaster then continents. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/538870/ Your breath brushes at my earAnd I find myself relaxing into your embrace.Your comforting touch pulls me into a sense of ease,And I nearly collapse with the exhaustion I didn't know I felt."Thank God I have you," I murmur.You distract me from this life,And I am eternally grateful.I love you in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/530074/ You may batter me.You may bruise.You may try to break me.But I shall not fail.You may scorn me.You may shun me.You may snicker at me.But I shall not bow.You may discourage me.You may dissuade me.You may devour me.But I shall not run,For with your vicious warning, I will grow strong.I will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/522129/ A poem from the point of view of an unpublished book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/522053/ As the day darkens into night,I listen for the sound of it falling.On this beautiful autumn night, I listen for the soundOf the simple autumn leaf falling.It falls gently, arcs through the air,It ignores my awe-struck stare.What can I do but watch with lover's eyes?You spin and twist,You fall with d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/521674/ Written for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/511506/ i am brown and goldsparkling and secretly delicioussometimes sweet, sometimes strongmy variety is endlesssparkling and secretly delicious i sit innocently on the counterand you wonder how i'll tastesometimes sweet, sometimes strongyou'll find out soon enoughmy flavor will come out.my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/511458/ PowerfulEternalNurturingMercilessOcean. Rolling and billowingIt pulls at me, my ankles, my legs...Beautiful and blue!Cooling and soothing it reachesTo my very soul!I would like to stay here forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/493636/ A hot, red waveIt blocks the sun of yellowOver the shores of yellowComes to my exposed ankles.(A weak spot of mine)It burns and stingsBringing with it debris of consequencesInternal and external.The burning red hand grabs meAnd I am pulled underThe sun and shore no longer visible.(Points of rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/492318/ Moving ceaselessly and never changing, everWhat is this one and only thing that lasts forever?Only one in the whole wide universeIn it you and I are immersedA tying chain of time, talent, and careNever to be broken or tainted we swearGoing on and on forever within usWe get the best b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/483448/ I am a mere grain of saltIn the ocean, surrounded by green and brown(Often mistaken for blue, from a distance of course)A mere grain of salt.If I'm lucky, I'll see some peopleGiants.Usually its just the abyss.I touch and go through all of themBut I always end up back in the sea.I'v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/483433/ A pleasant warm feeling of salty wavesAs I slide through slippery cavesThe fish know my intentI begin my descentThe fish dart past, until I catch one, it's doneMy satisfactory dinnerThough I'm only a beginnerI do come out the winner.The octopus, they say,Creeps and crawls and f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/482631/ White and crystallineSilver white wintersSnow flies, flying, flying, flying, flewAhh...The spring breeze greets my faceTouching my nerves...Through the body, the breath of budding life...yet endingSummer's stale airWater, see the splash!Crystal clear...Into red leaves, opaque.Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/475576/            l                                              n                           &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/475568/ Not where this was supposed to go, but it went here. It was really supposed to be just ode to yellow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/473365/ Rivers, rivers of rainDrip down the misty window. Pouring, cleansingThe rush of the fallDrip, dripThunder booms, lightening strikesThe sky lit!Rain blows away, away, away...Reborn in the next wash. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/471288/ Haiku! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/471041/ The fire roarsWarming my toes and fingersThe rain lashes the windows outside.SilenceBut not silence,Pitter patter, rainCrackling, fireBreathing, dogBut today it is all inside of meAs one.Something separate...Something human, something alive!Where is it?I look around the roo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/470935/ Dancing through the cold waterGolden fans flow out from behindShimmers, glitters, glistens, shinesUp and aroundSlicing through the clear, sparkling brillianceH2OBubbles drift towards the topA reflective mirrorThe green tendrils sprouting up from the turquoise pebblesGleams in the l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/470652/ The mountains whisper to the whistling windEndless, endlessEndless is our imprisonmentWe shall not escape, here we stayEndless, endless.The green grass murmurs its agreement, but rejoices in the truthEndless, endlessThe animals come together,Dancing in their freedom, but also shr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/465088/ The moon is the sun of the night.She bathes the world in a pale white glow.Reflecting herself in oceans,Outliving empires.The moon is a bringer of inspirationShining her glistening tendrils of ideas across nations.She lifts emotions and ambitions and thoughts,Changing all perspecti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/463968/ It tastes like the first drop of poison that is discreetly poured into your wine.It feels like the jagged edges of a split piece of wood.It looks like the lumbering shadow on your bedroom wall that may or may not be just your dresser.It smells like a rotting slab of meat, infested with maggots.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/462308/ Dear EllaWhat you create is an umbrellaOf music and soundYou, in yourself, you are profoundNothong seperates you and meWhen we share the music, you seeIt encircles your soulLyrics written to consoleYour soft, gentle voicePlayed as means to rejoiceYou’ll always be a legend a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/453287/ World War II in Poland. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/450186/ A drunken snoreAs she pulls open her drawPrays he won't hearWhat will block it out is the beerIn a stupor, he isAnd although she is hisHe's her dad, she'll admitUntil he began with the beer: it fit like a mittSo he started throwing punchesDrunk before lunchesAnd Tammy, the girl, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/450179/ You who writes:Marking words on an empty pageLetting you and others out of a cage. You who dances:Spinning away troubles with the flick of a skirtTo the back of your mind, you hide your hurt. You who sings:Beautiful tracks each and every dayIn your therapy, by the mic y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/449828/ Rushing, icy water wraps around meTrying hard and hopelssly to pull up from seaMy lungs: so wetI have not died quite yetThough it feels like I have, in mindThe fire of mankindBarely burning behind my eyesWaves fooling me as skiesA gentle sheet, cupping my faceAn old friend, Dea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/449824/ I've dreamt of you.Thought of you.Missed you.E-mailed you (with no response).Yet you sseem to have forgotten me,Hopefully temporarily,But forgotten nonetheless.Where've you gone?Surely,You're not too busy.Do you not like me anymore?Did you ever? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/447507/ Gone?Are they all gone?Have none of them thought of me?Do none of them love me?Perhaps I had the wrong impression.Perhaps it was a mindless dream,Quite obviously too good to be true.Much too good.I thought I could count on them,To help me out,Give advice,Just drop in and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/447340/ The world is such a beautiful placeNothing here with the need for instant replaceNot all good, perhapsAn occasional lapseIn the essence of joy that it bringsAlthough most of it singsThe song of unityAnd communityThat we all can feelIf we really try; make a dealDon't leave yoursel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/445479/ Careful, baby!It's dangerous! Watch out!Lightning strikes here,Slippery floors trap there,Just, please, please be careful.No! Lookout! The train!Look next time.Cars crash, baby, you can't go out tonight.Drunk drivers, baby!Please understand.I know you want to.No way! You'll bur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/442476/ Reddening face.Eyebrows mashing together.A sigh of frustration.Pencil tips breaking.Paper littered with emptiness.DEFINITION: Writer's block.Except:This time, it's not about the story.It's about the rhyme.For, absolutely NOTHINGRhymesWithOrange! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/431891/ Dark thoughts:Slipping and sliding through our minds.Creating friction, pushing away happy memories.Sparks and electric shocks of sadnessImagining dooming daysPush hapiness to the edge.The velocity of dark thoughtsIs opposing to joyful times.Can there be no escape?A driving force... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/431836/ Snowflakes.So beautiful, so delicate.Temporary.They'll all melt, someday.Nothing can stop it.But they're pretty in the meantime.Let's just enjoy them now, okay?Don't argue.Just forget about the future.We'll love them now.And forget they're doomed.Our cold, wet, and temporary fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/431590/ Nothing to do with Star Trek, really, just thought it'd be funny to go with this little space haiku. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/431115/ A haiku about a haiku...(: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/424536/ Words, chapters, and booksA comforting feelGhosts of intriguing hooksA reader's safe new homeIdeas come ablazeIt's more than looks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/424530/  Each dayOpens up newPossibilities.Each dayBrings with itNew ideasTo test.Each daySets offNew dreamsAnd schemesTo be born.Each dayIs aGift,And although we do notDo this often enough,We should treat it as such. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/424518/ For a 6 word contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/422931/  The bag shakesTiles are deltA few vowelsMore consenantsThe letters scrambledNKOUWNNWhat words to make?ScrambledHow to figure outThe game that representsLifeIn itsRandom lettersAlways spelling:UNKNOWN http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/419866/ Yes, it's a long title, I know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/419864/ A haiku about an erupting volcano. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/419419/  A seed is put into the groundPoured water helps, we have foundSoon a small green vine pops upBefore we know it, there's a small bud shaped like a cupNot long afterwards red flowers do bloomUnderneath the bright, white moonAnd here it stays at this short, pretty stageIt it were a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/418989/  Taught red skin pulled tightAcross a white, crunchy insideFilled with that classic, sweet taste. Used in American dessertsKnown by people across worldsIt can't help its fame. We all do love itHas the taste of childhoodClimbing apple trees. Comes in all co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/415391/  nimble legs readyfor the sign of predatorsi'm always on guard. i hear a new noisemy head jerks up in alarmshould i risk it here? everything is stilli suppose it's still safeslowly, i relax. there's the noise againcannot be nothing at allsomething is o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/414097/  it was likeany other day.i was justwalkingaround my familar,boring,but comformting town.i looked upinto the sky.a smile lit upmy faceas a cool breezeblew my hair around my face.i sat downwhere i waswhich was in the middle ofthe beach.sand caught betweenm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/413543/ a series of haiku. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/justawriter/412002/