http://slow.writerscafe.org/dazedforever The original writings of author Sanober en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011780 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 wrote this a month ago. inspired by a beautiful morning in a beautiful park! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1839073/ a poem about my overwhelming love for nature and birds :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1814963/ Might read like a romantic poem...but actually wrote this in the spiritual sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1707005/ Longings, be soft when you comelike the touch of a golden moonfluttering in a deliciousrain-breezecome like the glimmerof distant ships...dotting the horizonwith star-kissescome like the first sipof a mountain-scented teaon lonelyautumn evenings come like a blankettenderly touchingmy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1654122/ My words lie wingless todayscattered about the houseno clouds envelope them todaynot even the ones bursting with a long summer evening’sluminescencethat i swore were the most beautifuli’d ever seen even the rain-sparkled breezeat dawnfail to stir themtheir emptinessstretches fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1609493/ a short poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1532600/ All the colours have started to drain from the sky the apple-trees have lost their blossoms the summer seas no longer sing their warm shoulder-lilt precious things seem to be lost what once belonged seems abandoned .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1532012/ You have probably seena moondrizzling its luminous liquoracross the high and low seas a moonglowing like silver-gold fairiesthrough the slightly damp leaves of an almond tree a moon over mountainsand hillocksseeping into the roofsof small, humble homesover winter-sowndreams .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1457996/ Before you think aboutromancing me, my dearyou must first romance my poemscome,meet the sparkling glintin my poem’s eyelet your eyes drift overthe slow, pink heatbuilding over my poem’s skinrun your fingers through its dark curlsuntangling meaningstake its handand wear itu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1436502/ With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moon in the coldest winds, i discovered my soul'swarmest fireplace                                               .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1435566/ Come, my dear,suffuse my skies...with your tender light,be the tug of a distant, lavender moon, the one I can feel, even...in my deepest slumberbe the kiss in my hair,that no one sees, move...when I move,sigh, when I sigh...be that line from a poem,that I hold in my eyes,and gaze upon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1424872/  These days the afternoons come adorned,with a bouquet of fresh rain, with solitude hangingin huge, greycoffee-cups of clouds, you can see the sun, too,sometimesdusting the waveswith golden mist permeating the airwith a special ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1408230/  My dear, what can i say,i have dreamed of watchingvolcanoes erupt with you,with our handscupped over our hearts of sharing serene silenceslike a kiss between soulsladen with peach-blossomsand an occasional, preciousstir of poetry .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1340632/    May your sunlight remainentangled in my hair May your dustfill the corners of my houseone that can never be swept away May your cherry blossoms come,and unbearably sweeten my riversa memory that eternally servesas su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1337280/ Ahh...meeting a handsome stranger's gaze... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1323565/  Let the nights come like aclearingin the woods....with a silentbeckoning where i may gently...become aware...of surreal moon-windscocooning my skin of winter mist-spun skiessuddenly, sparkling with revelations of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1307341/ There is an ache, sometimes, sweet as lychee-blossoms, too tender, to be molded in words too raw, sometimes, too beautiful, of a heart swollen with love, of old passions awakening, of fears ..unfathomable, of snowy lights, and stinging winds, of distant ships, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1291032/ the joy and beauty of poetry! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1286879/  Let the moon come like a mystical traveler, from halfway across the sky  seeking shelter, right before... my window  from where it may  gently knock... upon the door of my eyes when i’m not sure... if i’m awake... in a dream&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1266883/ you should be more careful, when you move, my dear what with you... spilling moonlight into my poem, with a mere... flick of your hand, turning massive mountains into...flowing champagnes of ancient haiku your smile...splitting the skies into a million golden and tu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1265789/ Let my heart know just this- the warmth of an evening cup of green tea, the joy of kittens snuggling, and father chuckling, the blessing of blankets... butter brownies,and budding love stories, the unspeakable bliss of words that pierce, the lushness of longing landslide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1261917/     Ina rain so soft....and ethereal and mist-petaled..asthis  you could blanketababy in it, bathe...  an injured bird,andgrasp a peach,withoutever bruising it, youcould sing a songwithit, making the hands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1249322/ Leave me just a smidgenof a rainbow...to remain besotted with..for months,some jasmine-clouded teasome sandwichesand a smile, just warm enough...to spend a million golden afternoons insome family anecdotes,for the woebegone days, some of mother’s ownbrand of laughter,for the utt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1239504/ may the mornings come like a gossamer curtain...billowingwith murmurs of rain breezechocolate-flavored coffee, and poetry hangovers....may the afternoons lull over like the fisherman's boat upon an idly gleaminggolden-tippedgrey sea...may the evenings echo...like a father's reson.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1230193/ Don't mind me, my dearif i tell you silly, strange things, at timeslike i may tell you,that black coffee sometimes, tastes likehigh quality chocolate, and youmay never agree,i may tell you, that i find the sea more beautifulin a thunderstorm,than on a beach-summer day, i might tell you, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1224506/ Whosays poetry    isnot tangible...       i,for one, have rested mydrowsy head...upon its          moon-versed pillow,           ihave pressed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1222133/   Somewhere...in a parallel universei have never... parted ways,with the pearlescent ghost...of the moon, i have never let the sun...slip away either, its golden sagas ... permanently etched into my horizon  the tang of salt...nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dazedforever/1215920/