http://slow.writerscafe.org/ShaneHoganPoetry The original writings of author Shane Hogan Poetry en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776344091 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The garden gates left open,once where my child would stand,he left my home a boy for Australia to be a man He said ""father i'll do my best,I can only follow life's great plan;there will be money in an envelope,just keep the mother grand"  Now as I walk out upon the estate,it seems al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1468763/ I count all I see in this world of infinite possibility,Millions of moments become and transpire;in a single blink of an eye.I perceive a miraculous sight,after a bout of double vision;it removes my stimulation,simulating bare reality.I see the toll in this world of subtraction.I see multiple faces .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1446577/ The fruitless tree stretches to the sky;It tells my eyes the story,of seeing over all.I am not interested,for I know it only reaches so far.I straighten up my shirt,for whom I did not come to see.Cars parked parallel with cars,Men talking double dutch,as cigarettes touch the ground,relatives reap pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1429154/ My eyes grow numb,as I melt into this melodic state of trance.Conversation rambles between three,But floats and fades beyond four.Cups clink and people swig silently,That unmistakable sound of paper being scratched by its pen, knowing that an infected mind has spread itself,the tangible disease.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1393268/ What makes life defined in value?I have found that even in the least intelligent people,an understanding exists, in which they are integral;Lacking that leads to something more,There is no sense of ironyin this subconscious opinion.  Some believe they are beyond the matter of what is matte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1374491/ The masses have walked,Where I now tread.It is not beyond my understandinghow one, would have a trite character;amongst the thoughts of what was.I do not claim to be upright,When this world is upturned;I am dogmatic in the dogmatism,that all we know is of false and fleeting matters. I follow gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1366065/ Head whips frantically aroundas danger screams from all directions.This instantaneous sweat of sheer unknown,trickles down my brow of worries. Adrenalin ingrains surrounding imageslike a knife hot from fear of death on my brain. Breath is idling in my lungs;"what is to come".The initial fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1349720/ Hey everyone! I'm Finally putting my book together! It will have somewhere in the region of 90 poems, all based upon self realization! I really need some help and I would like to help others also as I plan on touring around with it, if I can make that happen!Everyone on this site has given me the co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1327506/ Water shimmers in midday sun.White slabbed paths feel light, dry gusts of wind.Leaves drop silently from trees.The wind picks up.The wind dies down.Featureless winds.Featureless windows.Featureless doors.This is a clean, symmetrical city.This city lays empty.Light now, where shadows o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1318137/ It could be the momentary flashes of orange,that makes this night seem so like a dream to me.Coming closer, yet already gone;my eyes fixate upon the distant streetlights. Silence is battled by the engine hums,  constant dilation and miosis, and so continue the streetlights.Snowfl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1312110/ I have known this girl since youth;she walked with me through fieldspicking berries with a smile.She always once claimed "the world is more beautiful than we will ever know";in the early days I believed her.We started to drift in our teenage years.She did not speak her thoughts anymore,jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1308360/ What is all, if there is no importance?If those who remember,forget, they are forgotten.Drowned in seas of everything's noting.Shadows are the imageof clay casting themselves from dirt.Light is slowly abandoned;Several truths are ignored.We pride ourselves on heightbut too many,This is just the suns.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1308356/ I stand in a field of dark green grass, that I have been known to fondle at times.Winds roll bye and clear settled dusts,whilst impressioning the grass that has grown to my hip. The sun has disappeared behind a sky of black,and for a period, I just look up.Shear shock and agitation start s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1306759/ Shattered shards of clear quartz,Decorate my calm coastline.Piece by piece it stretches,from old to new horizons.Gaining and gathering, what is gathering and gaining;oh the sands, infinite aspects in finite views.I look outwardly in to see whats inwardly out;I am the lighthouse, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1300485/ The universal pull and push has worn me, beyond a sense of self, once again.The great metaphor spins fear as safety, and differentiates the habitat from the cage.Oh look at these evil primates,Basking in subconscious glories!!I fooled myself.Holding nothing, I let go.The dream starts as tw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1291713/ one from a couple of years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1286503/ Hello everyone! I'm writing this letter  today because of the substance abuse of stupidity by modern society. I find that as a collective, writers from all walks of life are the last remaining influences that can change this downward spiral of superficial attitudes. In every age it has bee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1284769/ Have you taken the time to see the sun rising? While the sky is bathed in blue.Have you spent time inhaling the air?That brings life within your lungs.Admiringly the birds will sitsinging a song about the past;Remembered for a second,just for you. I hope never to be sober,if this be my dru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1284171/ Echos can not break, what is broken.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1283883/ You are the most peaceful child I have ever seen;You lay there eyes shutwith your mothers nose.One hand under the blanket,The other placed above;Your fathers piano fingers replicated to the curve. You are two and my mind fills; I can see you kicking a football to me. You'll .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1283640/ I do remember, I was in love. There was an easy breeze, That blew through all of those days. Sight spawned from Naivety, Allowed me to live in short spells, Of what I had idealized. Your word and scent was my addiction. I arrived home drunk many a night, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1283637/ I sit here and look at you sleeping.  The doctor has spokenand left us to be alone.You awake and smile at me;Without a word, we talk with our eyes in silence, for an hour. Two great writers, we have written at tale of love. A story to be read by every individu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1283251/ Forewarned of an occasion,figures prepare for the coming storm.They have foretaste of this experience.An event that inspires aweis now a little more formal.Just for one moment,These figures are not repressed. Once the storm started,  an age was spent in Denial of its effects; The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1282757/ The lump in my throat is dryly swallowed. I breed out but feel sick as the air draws back to my lungs. You don't even know but in seconds, you have changed my life completely. Momentary but eternal, I felt life's chemical rush.  I feel life changing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1282731/ Beautiful her Eyes. Beautiful her skin. She stands there confident and intelligent.My heart pains with every breath I take.This admiration is a dangerous overdose.Words fail to describe her.Words are just a shadow she portrays.Eyes dead to all around,Slowly. I slip more into the abysses. U.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1282150/ Walk with me to the willow dome. Follow the eccentric to his home.All can be answeredand you could be the easel for his thought;Or do i say ezel for thosewho think in dutch?Travel through the narrow lanes,whilst taking in the concise silence. This is the ecology what is living an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1282135/ I realized myself today;Along bank,road, stone and clay,As the free birds fly,The wind whispers "do they really know their way".Beneath there wings,Unknowns the children play.My hand lowers down, To feel the grass ,that welcomes my feet;I see a blossom bloom besides new found bea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1282133/ The window,a door way to the outside. The water shimmers on concrete ground.Branches sway and creek by the pebble dash,Foreign of there kingdom. The glass house stands alone. The moss its only protection from the howling wind and bitter cold,stripping all as it approach.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1282129/ I see the sun  above the sky so handsome  It shines all day down upon my face as i look above  with all the power of my being I have to sit down Just to embrace my day I kick a stone  it rolls and it does tumble  A tired rock&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1282128/ We have felt the power,in all portrayed as weak. We have felt the sorrow, in what is remembered with a smile. We have felt difference, in all that remained the same. We have felt the absence,among all that lays its claim.  We have seen the clouds water,tu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1282127/ You lift from a daze and realize you are in the depths of the night.Slightly startled yet curiousyou mute what is not nature to your ears.All seems so clear.Only on rare occasion does one hear their subconscious.Hearsay turned truth. Far away harmonies of waves hitting rock .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1282124/ This is not who I am nor who I preach to be.I talk through a vacuumof a vessel mouth,Letting former thoughtscease to be.Ill walk in my head and talk with the wind,My friends will listen by cliffs;I will observe as the water erodes some of its face away. Just a little more gone,&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1282122/ Through the eyes the world is seen; Picturesque mountains painting clouds serene,  Watching rivers run so slow; off to valleys  where the green grass grows    In my distance I observe the plain, over there, and back again Humble hornet's ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShaneHoganPoetry/1282112/