http://slow.writerscafe.org/Autumndawn4u The original writings of author Autumn Dawn Ridge en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002432 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Imet a strange man whohad walked many landsHehad an ancient nameThatwas Spartan, not RomanHeplayed intelligent gamesandnever crashed in a planeHecouldn't remember my namebutthat's what happens whenpassionsmust remain unspoken Helea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1884546/ Don't forget Friday's black moon! Happy October! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1835294/ Wind swept facesNo marks, no tracesIsn't that what we said---Secrets kept until we're deadAgreed to part, forever heartsWe went where angels fear to treadA dreamscape of memoriesOne for you, one for meCold days, warm handsClouds in my coffee---Even in the dead of winterDo you ever dream of me?Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1745330/ The ‘undefined constant extension’Arrived this morning without mentionA compendium of poem’s gone unreadAs though the author herself, were dead Founder of The Dead Poet’s SocietyNot the first or second, but number threeDubious author of st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1656158/ What is the color of love?Is it crimson like a roseOr, white like the winged doveDoes it glitter like goldThe color wondrous to beholdPerhaps, a color yet to be told----What is the color of my love? What is the color of my soul? When our hands meet and ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1633300/ The mournful musings of an otherworldly Raven. . . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1559686/ Ever since I was a little lass it has been my greatest ambitionto move with grace, and with classAvoiding the object of derisionand beyond that to be rememberedand not swept aside, or forgottenlike so many other girls unnumberedor folks that spoiled them rotten So, I set to en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1474331/ For all the glances and saucy staresOf men’s whose minds do wreak of lustEndured a thousand absent caresFrom which to manufacture trustI stand within my shadowed youthAnd recall the reams of suitors pastAt my mirror apply my wrinkle creamAnd hope the sunsets rays won’t lastPhotos from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1473390/ A poem 'bout a country-a*s/back-water Tennessee boy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1422399/ The perspective of Hawthorne's Young Goodman Brown's wife Faith http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1419208/ Do you know the difference between the Raven and the Crow?A blackbird will stay with youAnd the other one will goOne of them will peck and playAnd the other one will fly awayOne bird has his foot in todayAnd the other one in tomorrowJust as one bird symbolizes sorrowThe other bir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1408672/ Imagine someone with a heavy Haitian accent reading this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1399715/ To just keep walkingon and onto just keep walking until the dawn to just keep crawlingon my hands and kneesdragging through the mudno one to hear my pleas to just keep fightingwhen the day is doneto just keep killingtill the war is won I have gone deafand I have gone blind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Autumndawn4u/1398149/