http://slow.writerscafe.org/HarperTate The original writings of author Harper Tate en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007397 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There is a savage side to every human.If you disagree, you just haven’tdiscovered yours yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1504459/ Some people say that theirFavourite sound in the morning Is the quintessential chirp of the birds,The low hum of the waking city,Or even the click of the kettle for mornings first coffee.But for me, it’s the sleepy sighThat leaves y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1489027/ And then you kissed me,The taste of last nights cigarettes and whiskey on yourskin.Memories of cold breath leaving your lips in the fire’swarmth appears in my mind. 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Sits still, with back propped against the headboard.Her heart pounds as a hummingbird.To her left is the male she adores.The soft glow of the candlesGives subtle outside to hisprofile,His soft skin embracing the warmflecks o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1479150/ Inspired by Sylvia Plath's Still Born http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1479148/ A woman’s place is in the kitchen,That’s the 1960’s way.I am just a life size doll.Porcelain skin,so pale and delicate.my cheeks pink with blush.Betty Boop wide eyes,with eyelashes that reach the sky,My tiny waist and gart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1479146/ The pills she took to ease the pain,To make herself invisible,A purer way than pierced vein,And consequence less visible.She took the pills to cease her trial,A course to stunt the throe,Toilsome to hold a pseudo smile,Far easier than crimson flow.She took the pills to blur the sting,To end her wret.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478646/ Get rid of things that make you bitter, Of the past and all the pain, Like the sun rising bright and true through the mist after the rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478594/ As nights grow longer and days grow shorter, the mornings now so brisk, I long for the gentle warmth of affection, those lips I love to kiss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478592/ Flicks of cold air bidding farewell to the summer fast gone, Now to begin festive merriments, cosy evenings and frosted dew on Winters dawn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478590/ Pendulous, hanging, in a still frame of suspended animation today, with a coffee, a snapshot, a glimpse into the truth as I sit in this cafe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478587/ Soft skin to skin on lazy Autumn morningsto awaken my hazy eyes, Waiting for Winter snowflakes as the crisp, auburn blanket slowly dies… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478583/ You’ll thank me one dayWhen your tears are dead and goneAnd your smiles are back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478579/ What if I neverNever ever existed Would you care at all? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478578/ Such a precious thingJust a series of momentsTaking up our time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478576/ Would it change your mindIf I said I was sorryWould it turn back time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478575/ You have time to spareSpare the time to save a lifeAnd live satisfied. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478574/ There is no point in speaking truth,For I know all the liesThat leave your mouth, and day by day,Your slumbered nights deprived.So leave this place and leave the mindOf loved ones and their foes,For when they hear the truth of you,They’ll crash, so full of woes.Your presence here, no one could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478571/ In the style of To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478569/ The ghost of our town is never at ease,For death, disaster, hate and disease;They lurk, they pry in the darkest of placesAnd leaves only pain, while the joy it erases.Relentless, savage; it preys on the weak,Every night it steals and sneaks.Nowhere is safe, no one can hide,For the ghost of our town,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478562/ Poetry adaptation of the recent and brilliant Disney film http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478558/ And then you kissed me,The taste of last nights cigarettes and whiskey on yourskin.Memories of cold breath leaving your lips in the fire’swarmth appears in my mind. 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thinks about the rope in the garage,The pills on the side.She thinks about the blade in her purse.She thinks about the overflowing water,The water cascading down the tub,She thinks for just a moment,She thinks.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478508/ The devil’s deed is far from done,As tears begin to stream.This hellish nightmare, just begun,A pit of silent screams.And now the fires rise above,They eat you up alive,There’s no escape from evil’s glove,No way you can survive.The torture now, too much to bare,It strips you limb f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478506/ Like the summer rose, she blooms.Brighter than the daisies,Taller than the tulips.She is ripe, she is fresh.But like most of natures beautiful,She dwindles, She wilts.Lost again for another year.#Harper Tate#harpertate#writing#creative writing#poems#poetry#poet#personal blog http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarperTate/1478503/ As I awaken from my slumber,It’s 4am and all I can thinkIs 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