http://slow.writerscafe.org/Hotwater The original writings of author Hotwater en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979515 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 From her grave the roses grow,No better flower from that they spring.So from the darkened earth below,the beauty of life to the flower she brings.*bird* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/1804189/ Tired and weary treesUndressed and ready for bed.Alarm set for Spring.******Let the sun lie inTake the hands from the clockI'll finish my dream.******Earth orbits the sunThe pale moon gently pullsWe wait for no man.******Autumn's misty veilTempers the suns golden raysThe geese are leaving.*******bir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/1237831/ Such a boring month. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/1074348/ Sweet breath of life flows from theethe underworld a-waitsa dark bleak eternitybehind that terrible gate.No joyous music from those divinenever harp nor trumpet heardjust the screams of tortured soulsin this gruesome underworld.A warm welcome beckons theefrom friends already thereghastly looks upon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/1059255/ Come!...Come dance with meDrink in the passion of the danceFrom a cup that will never empty.Be as one with meInseparable in the rhythmEach so tightly heldNothing can partSwaying in pure loveTill all time...Stops!*bird* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/1012614/ Thy form beset upon my mindSenses seized and imprisoned.Memory know my only friend,Shedding tears that never end.She much desired inflames another,I return broken, to a solitary life.My dreadful sorrow unrelentingHer new love, fresh love, is ascending.Oh to walk beneath Zoe's minarets,And be upon th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/987486/ If I wrote a poem for youfrom the heart the words would flowand as the pen ignites the pagejust like my love, the poem will grow...Take me away in silent dream and let your scent drown me,your hair free, windswept and wildyour smile and kiss carefree.Come take my breath in your kisslet it linger for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/901644/ What sadness lies in the eternal dayrobbed of the welcoming night.The heavens no more display  their treasured little lights.Just bitter shades of dreadful sun,where sorrow moves silentlyI long for pleasant death to come,it's welcome cloak to surround me.As I turn the pages of my mindreadi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/840134/ I wish! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/837095/ Some thing completely different (from me). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/830329/ Easy readers! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/826687/ Tastefully sexy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/823793/ Warm the sun and warm the breeze that came upon the tide,the seagulls make their plaintive callas they spill across the sky.She was enticed by the singing sea,by it's restless shimmering waves.It's green cloak...truly a gift divine.She smiled.Her desire...to dream forever in it's restless embrace.Co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/807793/ Lastnight I wept, silentlyAs therain splashed on the window pane.Thoughit did not trouble the quiet roomUponmy cheeks, the tears left stains. Howcalmly the moon rose, silentlyAs theclouds drift past my window pane.Thoughthey .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/790092/ Red rosepetals scattered across pale skin,Cold anaemicmoonlight through the window seeped in. The windowopen,…allowing a night scented breeze,Though thiswon’t disturb such petals as these. Her faceunchanged even tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/783661/ Tastefully sexy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/779665/ Uponcarefree silent wings they soarStrikingone as not before.Painand passion conveyed in flightLeavingall they prick with loves blind sight. Dante’sflame but a mere glow Whenthese tainted lustful arrows flow.Reasonreplaced with less perception.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/764732/ I found a little song birdlying wounded on the ground,I picked him up and held him closelistening for a sound.His tiny eyes they openedsuch haunted eyes were theya tear it spilled so softly,and then I heard him say.I used to love a lovely girlbut my love it was in vain,for her I'd fly to the end of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hotwater/750067/