http://slow.writerscafe.org/underwriter The original writings of author underwriter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032358 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You flow through mePowerfully devouring all that you see.My silken, sweaty body, dependant on only you,And the pleasures that you thrust Upon my desperate, aching puss. My heartbeat, it quickens,As my blood thickensAnd congeals with perfect pleasure.As you de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/725029/ You pull into the station and step off the train.We have waited a while to see again,The tension that there could possibly be.Eyes locked fast and deep into my soul,And revealed is a passion I cannot control.You come through the gates and plant on me a kiss.A kiss that leaves me wantin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/725027/ I wrote this after a sociology lesson, where i found out a theorist's view on crime and that single mothers are to blame and he believes them to be bad mothers and uncontrolably promiscuous! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/677483/ Just a little bit of fun. I wondered what would happen if i put all of the titles of my poems together. Some 'titles' have been adjusted to make sense, but you get the jist! This is the result. :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/671649/ Don’t callme babyIf you’renot gunna stay!Don’t callme babyIf you don’tmean what you say!Don’t callme be babyIf it’s justwords that decay!Don’t callme babyWhen youknow I can’t have my way! T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/670683/ Just expressing a feeling. Also to point out (has been confussion) all the parts in colour are 'people saying things to me'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/666722/ So yourdecision is madeAnd I’m hereonce againWith my hearton my bloodied sleeve.Hoping andwilling you never to leave.But yourdecision is madeAnd I haveto obeyAs it killsme insideAnd causesdivideFrom thethings in life that we need to survive... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/664283/ It hurts notknowingWhere thisis leading toYet ithasn’t been longYes, this isso true!But thefeelings I have for youDon’t everfeel wrongEven thoughit hasn’t been long.I feel soalive just speaking to youBut at timesI’m unsure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/664282/ “WHY?” Shescreams.As he givesher the treatment she deserves.The punishmentshe needed to bear.“You, knowwhy you stupid little w***e!”As he beatsher once again to the blood soiled floor.She recoilsin pain and upmost shame.As he kicksher in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/662766/ Just a sudden realisation and feeling of elation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/662406/ Yes, ok, i admit it. I have dabbled in internet dating. But recently i have been proven wrong. This is true, and not just 'a story'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/662400/ It’s time tomove on to pastures new.Time to stepback, enjoy a different view.I have lovedyou for so long.Your name has been my song.Yet the timehas come to let you leave.Let you moveon to pastures green.A love foryou there will always reside.With no hope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/661913/ Just a bit of fun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/659814/ This is my first attempt at a sonnet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/659807/ The glorious rays upon my face,make me feel so warm, so safe.They play hide and seek amongst the leaves,playing ‘peek-a-boo’ with the trees. They shine through glistening raindrops,painting the sky with wondrous colours.At the end of which…a gold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/658651/ When daysare grey and lonesome,And find ithard to speak,I looktowards and outletFor my wordsto there bequeath. My heart andsoul upon the page,As I fill itwith my rage,Reams ofpaper scatterAnd fill thedim lit floor,As if it didnot matter,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/658649/ With mattersof the heart,One mustbegin from the start.Our firstmeeting was a great debate,Keeping allup till late.Your eyesenticed me first,They drew mein and made me thirst,For thingsthat were forbidden.Yet I foundmyself begin to consider,Tasting the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/658646/ Riddled with pain I call Your name,When can I win this game?My life is torn and brought You shameSin as visible as the tail of nine cats,Brought down on Himlike a cane.“Take My hand.” Malevolent torture consumes my beingIf only it were leaving!Pain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/657231/ I’m growing. I’m changing.Yet, it does not faze me.I have battled. I have fought.My mind has been moulded and taught. Yet, through these conquests.These tiresome, irksome testsI am found lying on the groundWaiting. Waiting. I call to you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/656869/ Love can spread like wildfire.A spark to begin its quest.Tis something of true beauty one should admire.Something that will put you to the test. Loves rhythmic beat. Drums.A joyous sound to thy ears.Beckoning all to come.As its beautiful song reduces strongest me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/656836/ I’m confused by my thoughts.My stomach tied in knots.A once clear complexion is now a sea of spots. Sometimes when I think, there’s…nothing.Blank.Others it’s…spaghetti junction.Each as bad as the other. Both lie. Normality.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/656833/ An acrostic poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/655777/ This is quite a long one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/655371/ A funny limerick in reply to GeoffS' (my Dad) poem, Torture By Custard http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/654415/ To a brave, strong, amazing mum! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/652367/ As I sit beneath the willow treeDreaming of the future. What could be.I think of you my friend, my all, mycomforter.We leaned upon each other dependentlyAnd at once I began to seeA future, you and me.Only days have passedAnd now, you look towards anotherAnd comfort...her.You have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/652244/ LORD I feel lost.alone, and unwelcome.Committed to a lifethat is so cold. And so lonesome.LORD I'm so angry.Rage. It fills my heart.A repetition of sins...Must we again, begin from the start?LORD I still need you.For without you I am nothing,just dust and spare rib.O LO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/652232/ This is a very personal poem to me. its about my daughter having an operation that saved her life. This just expresses how i felt. please feel free to comment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/646588/ The last picked for a race.Maybe that set the paceof life's little tests. The heart,it aches. It screams of lonely,engulfing, unrest. Confusion consumes the onlyorgan,brave enough to care.Others picked before,despite all their flaws.When will the time cometo be picked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/645602/ Why do I keep on screaming?Can they not hear my desperate calls? As walls crash and fall around meNo one else makes a soundThey whisper now so softlyLies, un-truths, deceitsI shout once moreTheir silence drownsMe out. They, intending not to be discreteBy underwriter  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/645135/ When life gets you down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/645131/ It flows powerfully through my veinsLike an intense dependant drugLaying still. Motionless.As though I have been slain.My heartbeat, it quickensLike a humming bird in flightIt beats, it thumps it pounds it soars.Relentless.More and more.My legs begin to weaken asYou consu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/645107/ Insignificant speck of dirt,Lying crushedInto the ground.Beaten, bruised and battered,Making not a single sound.Can it rise from the darkGrey ashes? Can itReach a higher height?Will it change to new perspectives?Will it be given a chance to shine?Insignificant speck of di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/645104/ A tale of tails. This is an aduptation of one of Aesop's fabels - the fox who had lost his tail. An assignment for college. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/629118/ I wrote this for an assignment at college. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/underwriter/629115/