http://slow.writerscafe.org/emipoemi The original writings of author emipoemi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986602 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 sick of this nonsense..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2905332/ Direct your eyes to see what nature sees,Observe the fading sparks of bliss and peaceBefore the world is washed into the seas.There’s life within the wind, amidst the trees;There’s soul in all the chicks and ducks and geese,Direct your eyes to see what nature sees.Majesti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2847930/ Pack up your house and home, they said,We dared not fail the call,Thus plodded through the crowded streetsAnd past the concrete wall.We quickly found our lodgings cramped,And fear glazed ev’ry eye-They had not brought us here to live,They brought us here to die.Day after day,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2847928/ The world never looked,So the world never sawThe dismal disorderOf natural law.The world never listened,So the world never heardThe screeches of anguishBehind ev’ry word.The world never touched,So the world never felt The tide in the sandboxAs memories melt.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2823657/ Time ticks on tiptoes into dusk and dawn,As ev’ry tock becomes a yesterday,And ev’ry hand propels tomorrow on. The measure of its minutes paves the wayTowards uncertainty yet understanding,Whilst we along the road less travelled stray. No matter how extended or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2820428/ Whether by the sweltering sunOr the oscillating moon,For all intents and purposesI’m locked out of my heart,Obstructed from my soul,And banished to my brainWhere I’m bombarded with questionsThat drive me into madness.Long have I drifted in the depths of sorrow,Long ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2819645/ You could search me in the basement,You could search me in the yard, You could search me in the hallway,You could search me on the stair;You could search me in the shadows,You could search me in the light,You could search me in the foul,You could search me in the fair;You co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2819644/ I’m a huggermugger.I hug a mug and I mug for hugs,For a hug is a mug of hot cocoa,Good for anyoneAnywhereAnywhenAnywhy.So it’s interey howPeople can’t wrap their headsAround a hug(Let alone their arms!)They come and go,They to and fro,They do-si-do on a da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2813467/ Give me a bunch of commas,I will run my words with a motor mouth,Taking the time to tack on the tally of detailsNecessary to complete the cycle of my days,My nights, my seasons, my senses, my dreams,The love in my heart that plays the charms on a single string,The life in my soul that pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2813466/ a poem.a po - em.Po is red, but that’s asirrelevant as an elephant walking alongand scaring a bear.Po likes trees, but that’s not why it’s called poetry.em: em for M, for ’em, but never ’im,yet an em for your aunt while your uncle gets a hen-read the fine print, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2759137/ Life never runs straight-The rough and gritty snakeWinds a wild and wavy wayThrough sceneryWith greenerySo seemingly serene,As shadows sidle with the knackOf stabbing in the back unseen.Let not the dark disrupt the day,Be not afraid to dream! The days may gleam with hope,Even during rainy seaso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2462281/ ‘Wilt thou wage with me a challenge?’ said the weaver to the goddess,‘Thou art no mentor mine as much the seamstress of my bodice.Thy patronage lists weaving, yet the loom is my domain: And, by my hand, true artistry thou straight shalt ascertain.’Thou foolish girl,&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2462071/ a little ditty for Canada Day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2313723/ This HAS to stop!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2178831/ A fact acknowledged universallyBelieves that Man is furnished with Free Will.The proof is in the mind: we have the skillTo think, to choose, to be or not to be. Yet whether such conducts us up a hillOr off a precipice into the seaIs not our doing but divine decreeThat acts upon the actions we f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2177961/ The wind is a torrent of tumult among the budding green,The sky is a shroud of foreboding over the dreary scene:The world is a well of confusion regarding the time of day,And silence hangs like a burden,A leaden, cumbersome burden,The minutes march with a burden  As April seeps into May.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2173620/ A ream of verse and scarce a villanelle.I stand in shock at how it could be so:The form I favour favours me not well. Long have I gone with purpose to excel;My ardent artistry in fickle flow-A ream of verse and scarce a villanelle. Much have I wafted in its wondrous spell,Yet now I see its.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2170502/ requiem for a broken heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2170501/ Mientras que haya sol en el cieloY alcohol en mi copa,Señor se lo ruegoFavor ¡no me joda!-EDP http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2169003/ They look at me and merely seeA white male trying hard to beA name in this societyOf turmoil for diversity,Of uproar for equality,But they see not the inner me:The double-edged identity,The mished and mashed mentality,The heart that loves wholeheartedly,The soul that sings with sympathy.-EDP http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2168982/ My hair can quite unruly beWhen left to grow unstintingly,Yet rather than stretch steadilyTowards the floor, 'twould actuallyMake waves and curls 'til - poof - I seeA vegetable has formed on me.Yet I won't trim it instantly,For though the strands run rampantly(And tangle intermittently),I revel in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2166666/ self-explanatory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2166240/ a bit of advice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2156352/ Had I known love before my heart was broken,I would not thus be dreadfully forlorn:My days would nightly leave a tranquil tokenThat all would still be bright the morrow morn.Had I known life before ’twas cast in shadow,I would not thus be drifting here and there:Mine eyes would see the wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2141859/ A boy today may meet a girlWhile strolling down a street,Against the bitter winter chill,Astride the summer heat,And with a smile that joins their hands,Their world is bright and sweet-Yet when I wend my winding way,None look up from their feet. A guy tonight may find a galWhile on some social .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2141857/ Languideciendo bajo un sofoco,                        I’m dwindling in despair without support,mi rumbo inseguro me conmueve,       &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2120143/ Laugh, and the world laughs with you,Weep, and you weep aloneIs not always quite what it seems, for the lightAnd darkness share more than is shown. Smile, and the sun would shimmer,Sulk, and the moon would mourn,Whilst the stars would sway to convey it’s ok  To now and then be f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2120139/ Half past midnight.The darkness lingers with disquiet,Languidly dissolvingThe solemn shroud of silenceThat keeps us wholeAnd holds us in reality. I am alone.My bed reeks of sweat and tearsFrom the many nights spent tossing and turning, Yearning for a solitary rayTo penetrate the dusty blac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2120138/ Amidst the splendid scintillating sky,The wardens of the night regardThe weary world of worry.And with their bow and head held highThe Hunter and Great Dane put up their guard. Across the rolling mountains, valleys, seas,Along the ghostly boulevard,Where all is bleak and blurry-No finer pair of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2120137/ A poem/song that has been a long time coming. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2102714/ #mentalhealthawareness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2092239/ Based on a true story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2084918/ A collaboration/parody I wrote with a friend of mine last Christmas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2084912/ A parody of "La Vida Loca"; a collaboration with the experimentally brilliant H L Rose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2078239/ A collaboration with the mystical Saumya http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2037295/ All writers do it,And daily keep to it,For often ’tis through itThe wonders occur. Peers grow severelyConcerned, and stare queerly,But writers pace merelyTo nurture their spur.-EDP http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2020061/ Alors, Henri, qu’est-ce que tu fais là?Mais, chut, Hugo, je chasse un chat!Avec un grand fusil d’argent?C’est un chat voleur et bien méchant!Et qu’est-ce qu’il a volé, Henri?Les cuisses de grenouilles que j’avais cuit!Il veut manger. C’e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2020060/ I’m a Maple tree with plantains spreadAmidst my crimson leaves,With sparks of flair and flowery spursEnshrouded in their sleeves. I’m prolific while the time is high(From Spring’s rise to Autumn’s fall),But as the las.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2017487/ Spring rises out of hibernation,Breezing through the budding life,And though the world now richly shinesTo stifle Winter’s strife,Without the hearth to warm the heart,Without the light to cheer the soul,The cold had rendered chipped and chafedA life once bright, once whole;Alone in mournful me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2017486/ dédicacé à Françoise Hardy, la meilleure poétesse du monde. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2014853/ So many suns haveshimmeredAcross the sweeping sky;So many moons have glimmeredWith many stars nearby;So many happy momentsHave dissolved into the past.And I’m sorry - sorry - sorry!I blind was to the storyOf friendships that don’t last. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2014852/ Timely and tidy in taking their places,The instruments tuned to their trebles and basses,As fluttering hearts rush a flush through the faces,With ev’rything rightly set.Gracing the stage in a glistening glow,As the curtain is drawn to get on with t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2014851/ They say bewarenostalgia,But when times are grey and cold,What keeps a shadow entertainedWhilst they day by day grow oldThan the myriad of memoriesOf times long lost and gone,And of broken dreams and heartachesFrom which no shadow could move on.They say beware n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2014850/ She gave him pumpkins, carved with spine-chillinggrimaces that mocked him for his blunder. He began having dreams of thepleasant harmony that would have filled the space between them had he notwaited too long to confess his true feelings for her. However, those dreamsalways turne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2011771/ Her boat set sailwithout him, and, in its wake, a haunting shadow that mocked him for hisblunder. He started having dreams about the happy times that could havetranspired had he not waited too long to seize the day, which ultimately turnedinto nightmares of seeing her na.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2011767/ Bigbrown baskets bobbing in a bowl,Frog from teaching fish breaks for a midnight meal.Buzz, buzz, snap, snap- Fugma! That’s a bee!Have to wait ’til morning for the tongue to heal. Big brown baskets floating in a tub,Baker looks at Butcher .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2011763/ A poem may receive substantial praise,And soothe the poet with uplifting fans.A poem may receive substantial pans,And leave the poet in dismay for days.The praisers stoke the keen poetic fire,Some with good cheer, some merely to be kindFrom being rather shy to speak their mind,Aware they could the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2010785/ How sweet a sound isfeminine,How softly femaleskipsAlong the ripples ofthe tongueAnd through thesupple lips. A simple sigh offeminine,Or female, woman, girl,Exhales a warm andmystic charmThat spurs the soulto whirl.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2010784/ My heart isa torch of affection in the moments I look in your eyes;My soul is a beacon of ardour in the instants of hearing your sighs;My arms encompass the heavens, my feet hover over the ground-I fleetly flit as a featherAbout the burgeoning heatherWithout a care for the we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2004953/ I love you!No matter where youare,No matter where I’llbe,No force could everdouse the flame in meThat blazes with theessence of my life,And through the dayinvigorates the sun,And through the nightsways ev’ry twinkling star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emipoemi/2004950/