http://slow.writerscafe.org/DiannePenfold The original writings of author Dianne S Penfold en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050729 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2869289/ When you life is shaken, who will be the solid rock on which you stand? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2854791/ This poem is about realizing that God loves me, truly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2817720/ A poem about how I've been feeling lately. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2776617/ A metaphor for life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2768751/ About my feeling through this pandemic and quarantining. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2764297/ Sideways glances fall my way,I walk past longing eyes.Whispers cover me night and day,These voices follow, I despise.People talking from sunrise to twilight,My ears are tired from all the noise.Wishing that I can simply take flightWith no choice I stand bold and poise. I am a scrap of meat in a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2479192/ At the bottom of this slippery hill,Mud on my shoes, looking upThe light fades behind the treesI'm treading up, not gonna stop.As the sun comes around again, Blinding my eyes but Its beautiful,One step further, stumblingI wont fall, I'm tearful.Cut and bruised in every way,Grabbing every branch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2172348/ Life is like a wet marsh that you are in.You are stuck unfortunately,You can't get out. The more you struggle, The softer the sludge becomes. You're sinking now, shaking, you can't break free. The struggle consumes you. Don't struggle anymore. Let the wet mud engulf you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2160374/ Going through some stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2159114/ I wrote this today. Not feeling like myself. I had to let it all out before It becomes too overwhelming. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2118628/ Shards ofglass pass by,Likelightening striking into eyes,Bloodywords and bloody mindsClashing,dancing, breaking, fine. Silenceagain, the song has stopped.Framesfrozen, Silhouettes unmoving,But not forlong, the storm is here.Here we gothe winds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2034366/ When anger is left bottled up inside, it is like a volcano waiting to erupt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2012108/ A thrilling poem about a Sea Siren. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2006658/ A Haiku about Mermen and Mermaids in the ocean. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2006652/ A haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2006378/ Lets love ourselves a little more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2002769/ I will not waitfor you, for my soul lingers into dawn's glowing light, the call of thedewy morning oh so bright, I will not waitfor you as shadows call my name, i wont let them fade ... serenity'sperfect shade, dark gray. The midnight bluemoon stands oh so still, peering into my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2002737/ For all those whose innocence was taken... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2002363/ It is so sad when someone believes that they have nothing else to love for. In these moments, may the light find us, before its too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2002359/ We all have those moments when we are caged by our fears and anxieties. I pray that love reaches us when we fall into the abyss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2002056/ Some trees have been around for many lifetimes. I wonder what they have seen, what they have been through as the seasons and years pass. So many secrets etched into their rings. What a mystery! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2002049/ This poem talks about how materials things cannot bring true happiness. It depicts a man who has finally realized that, but alas it is too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiannePenfold/2002043/