http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lorjade The original writings of author Jane Darby en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776071528 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is a more emotional poem about love and life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorjade/584484/ This is a humurous daft poem l wrote looking out the window and making a comment "pigs may fly" to one of my kids http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorjade/584482/ Knowing, wondering, whyListening, talking, tryLaughing, sighing, hateFollowing, staying, waitSleeping, waking, dayPlaying, watching, mayChoosing, picking, seeLying, dying, freePleasing, loving, talkRunning, chasing, walkHoping, dreaming, crySmiling, frowning, liePresent, future, herePeaceful, quiet,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorjade/584481/ I wrote this when my sister found out she was having her 3rd baby http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorjade/584478/ I wrote this Dec 02 just after my dad passed away to put into his coffin as a goodbye message. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorjade/584477/ His eyes were shutHe lay there stillHe wondered whyHe felt a chillNot from the stairsNot from the doorNot from the lightNot from the floorBut then he knewWhy he was coldHis heart was brokeHis time was oldHis life was goneHis last breath cameFrom deep withinHis peace was madeHis soul was freeInto the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorjade/584476/ Lost, forgotten the found,Quiet without a sound.How, then l saw,Hate without a war.Loved, held then clean,Sleep without a dream.Future, past then here.Things are never clear.Light, all l saw was light,The sky, the fields the stream,Bang, all l heard was bang,Was this a horrid dream.Smoke, all l smel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorjade/584475/ The clouds whizzed past, as l looked uponThe birds up high, the blazing sunThe stream beneath, the hills aboveThe playing child, the sweetest doveThe sun is warm, the sky is brightThe rays beam down, from dawn till nightThe men have gone, the fields are bareThe child ran on, without a careThe clouds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorjade/584472/ The sands of time are like a clock, From birth till death, they never stop,Like the blooming of a flower, As the time runs into hours.The sands of time are like a breeze,Like the swaying through the trees,Like the rising of the sun,When the day has just begun.The sands of time are like the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lorjade/584470/