http://slow.writerscafe.org/AmyAzraDean The original writings of author Amy Azra Dean en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776199868 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Heavy rain, Hits the ground,Damp, rain filled air,No person to be found.Consistent tapping,On your window pane,Your inside, Warm,Away from the rain.Then you spot,A brolly turned inside out,Well he`s wet through,There is no doubt.Watching the drama,Your sipping some tea,A car drenches a woman,Fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1170005/ "Love" red,Bright blue,Colour`s "Pop!"Feel the hue.Golden brown,Cerise pink,Lipstick red,Makes you "wink".Dead black,Yellow red,Jade green,Calm, serene.Violet Haze,Sleepy days,Orange rays,Colour has,Beautiful Ways.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1169964/ I enjoy writing poetry in bed,Yes "Im off my rocker"There,the words have been said,I guess its my style of therapy,Jotting down my thoughts and ideas,That relate somehow to me,Normally my best thoughts,Arrive at night,That "Greenwich Mean Time ",I knew was never right.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1165105/ In The U.K http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1162690/ Leonardo De Vinci,That man with the beard,How brilliant he was!Some thought he was weird...Jelousy maybe,Because they could not draw,Amazing artwork or visual images which he saw,If i could go back in timeLeonardo would be, On my xmas card list,My friend he would be,If I was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1162650/ My Friend,Around the block,Had A new hair do,It was short Below the ears,I wanted it too,"I`ll do it for free,It will save us some bob""Well, O.K then...just do a good job",Yes, my mother was a pro,Mrs Vidal Sassoon,As you may of guessed,I spoke to soon,Once cut and my hairbegan to dry,It became sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1157034/ A thought which I wanted to put down in words...you may relate too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1156976/ I did not realize how "bread baking" could develop its own genre..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1155153/ Knock,knock,knockThe door opens wide"Good Afternoon,Im here to..."No thankyouGoodbye!(Door Slam) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1154635/ I met a guy in a pubHe was swigging his beer awayI stood up and tripped over his legIt was wooden and right in my wayHe sat and laughed at meWhilst spread eagled on the floorBut what he did not noticehe was sat on a trap door. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1154629/ One of my friends Toby,had returned back to school,I remember smiling to myselfThat plaster on your nose is not very cool,He was recovering from the pox,at the time I did not see,that this infected boy would pass this thing to me...On Friday is was the school disco,I was dressed up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1154527/ A song I have wrote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1154172/ Based on a true story.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1152433/ A fictional poem from "under the bed" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1152306/ Some things do not want to be cut down... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1152187/ Love/d his humor, really he was a great magician who got his laughs from performing his tricks badly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1151871/ A True Story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1149792/ D-I-S-C-O! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1149661/ Based on a true event, it was not me thank goodness! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147822/ Its not what I expected,not the first thing that came to mind,The iron you gave at my wedding has really crossed the line. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147789/ I adore a good curry which you can sometimes live to regret http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147785/ The pull of attraction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147465/ Sometimes there is no difference.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147461/ A poem based on a true event http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147459/ Do not take this poem literally, I am referring to my own poetry in this rhyme. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147457/ Your luxurious,Your silky,Your nuttyAnd your very milking...But you don`t enjoy the heat,Your 100% coco,And the one thing you knowunfortunately for you,I will eat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147426/ The power of anxiety when you least expect it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147422/ Mr GrayAlways gets his own way,I am allergic to leather,don`t like to be tickled by a feather,So my mother signed up instead of me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147412/ One of my more serious poems about a ghost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147402/ There is a difference today,it can be felt,not something you can see,The air has changed...That is it!It has gone up one degree! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147399/ An artist,Misunderstood.Moulded byemotions,They ran deep.For his mother,he weeped. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147395/ Could this be my callingAll these things that I`m installing,My U.S.B stick has hidden away,My system is on shutdown,I want to put my foot downand get rid of all thetwenty first century technology. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147392/ Je T`aime my love,Yes, Je T`aime it is true.What a nice word to say,Je T`aime, Je T`aime, Je T`aime again,Yes, I love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147391/ Heavy eyes,Gravity weighsMe downNo fight in me left,Just tripped over myNightgown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147390/ Why does age happen?When does it begin?I don`t want to get grey hair,Or end up skeletally thin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147389/ Amazon you do seem,To wrap your itemsusing the same theme.Cardboard, a substance,Which is rigid as can be,Which cuts my fingersConsistently. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147387/ Being half of one and half of another,With two sisters and a brother,I would not have it any other way,The turbulence of life,If you saw,My father and my mother,It won`t last five minutes,how wrong they were,as they celebrate theirThirty first anniversary,Being half of one,And half of another,Is the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147385/ I want to say No!And it not to matter,I want to do what I want,and not have to talk with mindless chatter,No justificationOr amalgamation of thingsI do not wish to hear,The tick of the clock is within my heartAnd that is the only noise I hear.So save me some timeand give me a break,And leave me to m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147384/ Two thirds of a packetof biscuits ate,Im feeling sick,guilt,fat.I lean over and pick up theother biscuit tin,Custard creamsare known to cure that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147382/ When you have to explain yourself to the police... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147381/ Don`t put the water to the brim,Let it ferment for a while,You don`t want the sauce to be thinWhen your fork stands up on its own,A cement like structure hard as bone,This you find quite a lot,You miss your mouth andbecause its hot,It dribbles around,A bit like snot,To retain your dignity,Eat whilst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147380/ A humorous poem about a lady who wants to get a refund... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147377/ A first date... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147374/ I want to hear violins,Played to me each day,And a piano to interjectAlong the way.I want to hear a painresonate from the delicate strings,I want the sound to implode,everyone; and everything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147373/ We had funny snow today,That did not seem to stick,It rolled around,Along the ground,It refused to end up thick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147371/ Linear soldiers,golden,Tanned,Glisten with melted cheese,Salt and Vinegar Fumes sting my eyes,Two slices of breadOne either side,All the preparation has come down to this,A fish finger sandwichI cannot resist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmyAzraDean/1147369/