http://slow.writerscafe.org/pamcocoa The original writings of author Pamcocoa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053472 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wasn’t readyto take those bitesBut I did and the animal inside cried out for more.I really didn’t need That extra sliceBut I put it on my plate; much more than I could affordI couldn’t finish it all. So I threw the rest out.While many are on death's door it's nothing I think.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/2167028/ A flash of lightningA bubbling simmer all ready to explodeWords spoken that shouldn’t be saidBut once out there can be no return.A hot wildfire Burning bridges and connections in its raging pathToo late and far gone to mend.A white blizzardFreezing the warmest hearts A blast of frost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/2167027/ I started a poem writing challenge 2 years ago and I'm determined to finish eventually. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/2152418/ I saw this idea on pinterest where you write about each of the seven deadly sins without directly naming them in the poem. It intrigued me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/1983653/ A poem about God and His love for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/1911787/ It's just me, myself, and I out hereIt won't be a waste of time my dearand this temporary love I crave is more than just a dreamThis world has too much noise for medon't leave me like this I pleadNumb yourself and think of meLet love grow, don't stop, succeedI thought you knew, without youI'm w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/1911046/ The drone of the day goes onSlowly eating away at our creativities, hopes, dreamsturning us into people of a monotonous society.I find it hard to find inspirationhard to find something to write about these daysbut I have to keep tryingor else I'll be lost in the crowd of society.Go to school get a j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/1884907/ A bit of a comedic poem that I wrote concerning my allergies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/1752850/ This is an old poem that I wrote years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/1720522/ I can feel it, the changesdays growing shorterthe air getting crisper.I can smell it, in the airthe smell of burning woodand of cool rain slowly saturating the earth.I can see it, the changestrees turning vivid reds, yellows, and orangesanimals preparing for their long awaited slumber.I can hear it,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/1634149/ I walked into the art studiobombarded immediately by an ambush of colors.This is where the magic happensthis is where all the artists go.The smells of paint and oilslowly wafted into my noseI turned and saw my friendpaint delicately splattered on her clothes."Oh how I wish I had this talent!"I think.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/1531068/ Pushing Pulling SplashThe ocean tide comes nearerCrashing against the rocks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/1531035/ A slightly childish poem about petty envy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/1528186/ I have traveled quite a while nowMy feet are weary my lungs are coldbut I will find my way somehowFollow this old and desolate road.I can only hope it takes me farFor it is far I want to go.I can hope that this roadA road so lonely and seemingly hopelessCan bring me peace and lead me home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/1528169/ I got the idea after a failed interview. There reason for not accepting me was that I was too average and not what they were looking for. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pamcocoa/1528157/