http://slow.writerscafe.org/77Pete The original writings of author G.A. Grim en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028696 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The sword is heavy in his handAs he gazes across the fieldHe feels like more than just a manFor he knew he would not yieldHis armor is dented and tornBut he kept his faith as his shieldThis is the reason he was bornFor he knew he should not yieldThey said he could be freeNo cause for his sword to wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1990362/ A poem from the imagined view point of someone's shadow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1989752/ How long since your voice I heardEach night I come homeIt is that same gift awaiting my returnSilence, I hear it even now, oh how it screamsIt denies me my every wordAnd your eyes, once so warmHave turned so very coldI fear, I am now a broken thingNever to find my shape againI know not my sinAnd wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1989472/ Just imagineCompassion falling like drops of rainTo feel it you need just, step outsideAnd be awash in the experience, in the emotionYou are cleansed, both within and withoutThe bitter edge is lost from your actionsNow when you defend yourself from the world's criticismsYour opinions no longer cutTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1989131/ (Based on Son of man, a 1964 painting by the Belgian surrealist painter René Magritte.) It was not the artists intent, but I only see sadness, when looking at this painting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1988879/ When all seems lostI look to youWhen I can't afford the costI look to youWhen my days seem bleakI look to youWhen my knees go weakI look to youWhen there's tears on my faceI look to youWhen I can't find my placeI look to youWhen I have nowhere to goI look to youEven when you don't knowI look to youW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1988678/ He is much too young to be indifferentStill many years from seeing,All of life’s tragically beautiful colorsYet he wears a malaise tinted jacket,That he should not possessThere is only a few moments, Where he is seen transformed,His habitual countenance forgottenThese secrets he will not share.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1988439/ If the day ever dawnsThat the violence does ceaseIf this world suddenly wakesAnd finds itself at peaceWhen all of us are equalAnd there's no need for crownsWe start to hold each other upInstead of just pushing downAs a people we share allAnd we lose the word greedAll we see is each otherNot just col.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1988425/ Daughter of porcelain;Know that you are strongThe world will see your delicate beautyAnd mistake it for something that needs to be protectedShow them your truthSon of stone;You do not have to be unmovingTo feel is to liveTo live is to cryTo cry is to loveWife of dreams;You have given me so much joyE.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1988376/ I fear, my dreams will remain brokenThe words of my heart forever unspokenThat my awareness will never growI will stay ignorant in all that I know Be forgotten by everyone I have knownConstantly embraced but remain aloneI will stumble from lack of lightThat this life is nothing but a lost fight I ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1988082/ There are holes, that need to be filledThere are secrets, that need to be spilledThere are burdens, that you need to shareThere are pains, that you need to bearThere are words, that should not be saidThere is hunger, that should not be fedThere are places, that should not be seenThere are hands, tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1988079/ She left with my fractured soulAnd in its place an empty holeNothing left for which to amountOnly my tragic account My fragile heart was left tatteredThis world for me, was shatteredThere are far too many piecesThat on a whim she just releases The scraps I begin to collectAfter my love she did rejec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1988077/ When you think of the room,That inner refuge you retreat to,When the world becomes too realThe room with which the walls,Are built of others opinions,And your secret hopesAs you steal a glance,Through the cold iron bars,Of its single windowWhat is it you see,That lies beyond the divideDo you imagine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/77Pete/1988072/