http://slow.writerscafe.org/shrub883 The original writings of author lyssilou en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776225847 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Trying to impressFailing attempts You just don't see meAnd my attemptsAll you seeIs me looking patheticGiving hintsTo your empty head You give hintsBut I listenTheir falseYet so realYou fool meWith sly tricksI don't catch onthat it's a game Your a m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/695316/ If u don't know how to read the poem it goes accented, unaccented, accented and so on. Enjoy! :) (This was written during school for a grade.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/671072/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/636582/ Butterfliesare inside mewhen i hear your voice. Your embraceis warm like a fireon cool summers day You caress me in your arms like a mother holds her child.Careful, lovingly, gentle. You get close to mewhisper in my ear"I love you" My heart soars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/636417/ Inspiration is supposed to inspire. I want to inspire people to embrace thier talents and not take critisism as that they have none, but to work at what they love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/571089/ They hold thier hands together like an impossible bond.Walking down the halls together, as one.They tell each other secretsthey normally wouldn't say.Depending on each otherfor comfort all day. They are seen as an idol couplecuddling in her room.Perfect togetherlike one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/570701/ this is something that came to while listening to a song by the fray http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/563217/ She sits on the shorescribbling her name in the soft sandhearing the sweet, soft sound of singing wavesseeing the sun set on the south of the shoreseeing the peace of the sea makes her feel sweet, soft, and secrete http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/552408/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/531044/ This is based on something personal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/529343/ They stand with honorwith pridewith dignity.they fight for whats writethey fight for others in needthey fight for a reasonThese are the soldiers who risk there liveswho cry for loved ones they missbut bring pride to there homeThey stand in attentionthey practice they are fierce and ready for any cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/528175/ The writing on the wall,Tells me a story.About the life that person has gone through.The graffiti is in detail,To describe ones self!They write to express!They write because there depressed.But they write to tell stories of there familyThere gangTheir thoughts in their mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/527827/ You don't believe me,You don't understand me,You take one glance and you shun me.Is this how you treat others ?Is this how you define your friends?If so ,who are you?Do you even know?Did you create yourself to be a wanna be?Don't be the person who creates something there not,Be the person you truly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/527824/ What is this world I live in,With different colored skins.And different eyes in odd shapes and colors.They are every where I look and go.They speak a different tongue that I don't understand,Their cultures are different and beautiful.God made this world I live in,And all that surround me are the sam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/527801/ To move your feet,To the beat.Makes me smile,To go that extra mile.To feel free,To find the key,To the love of dancing in me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/527785/ This is something that popped in my head as my first poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrub883/527775/