http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ryansways The original writings of author Thomas Ryan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775952241 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I would go all the way to love you,though the road was never meant for me.Not because you asked me to,but because my heartlearned your name before it learnedhow to let go.We were just two friendslaughing at nothing,sharing late eveningsand small stories about the world.You .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/3128830/ I walked in mixed ways for a long time,between shadows and streetlights,between borrowed couches and quiet goodbyes,between the weight of stayingand the whisper of leaving.There was no front door with my name on it,no key turning in a lock that saidyou belong here.Just bags t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/3128829/ I came here with a heart full of love,not asking for much�"just a place at someone’s table,a voice that would say,“Sit down… you belong here too.”New streets, new faces,and me walking through themlike a stranger in a storyeveryone else alrea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/3128828/ Clonmel stood still at times in 2025,as if holding its breathbetween what it wasand what it might yet become.Shop shutters spoke louder than footsteps,echoing stories of struggle,of lights switched off too early,of dreams postponed rather than abandoned.We watched familiar face.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/3122304/ Memories of ChristmasSnowflakes danced upon the winter wind,Soft whispers falling from a silver sky.Festive lights stitched warmth into the dark,And Christmas cheer glimmered in passing eyes.Town streets echoed with familiar laughter,Old stories told where memories reside,As families.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/3122303/ In valleys green where rivers run, Lies Clonmel rare, where time's threads spun,Cobblestones kissed by footfalls light,Whisper tales of days gone by.  Her hills, they cradle secrets old,Of merchants bold and poets gold,Echoing songs the breeze still plays,Rare Clonmel of the olden days. He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2914893/ In the summer of my youth,I met a man who spoke the truth.He was kind and he was gay,And he stole my heart away. We danced beneath the stars at night,Our love was pure and our love was bright.We held each other close and tight,And we knew that everything was righ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2914888/ Will I ever love myself?Or will I always be on the shelf?I look in the mirror and seeSomeone who's not quite me I try to change, to be betterBut it seems like an endless letterOf things I need to doTo be someone who's true But maybe that's the point.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2914887/ When you lose a friend, it’s hard to comprehend, the painand the hurt that you feel in the end. You try to move on, but it’s not thesame, you feel like you’re playing a losing game.The memories you shared, they’re all that remain, Thelaughter, the joy, and the momen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2914885/ I want a man to love, to hold,A heart so warm, a soul so bold.In twilight's hush, in dawn's soft light,To share the dreams that fill the night. I want a man to walk besides,Through life's swift tides and gentle stride.A partner true, in joy and tears,To face with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2895632/ In Tipperary's quiet lanes so green,Lived a man with a noble dream unseen.He longed to serve, to stand and fight,For justice, for the people's right. His heart was pure, intentions true,Yet shadows in his mind he knew.The council's halls, the weight they'd bear,H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2895617/ The world will end when I say goodbye,When shadows fall and silence sighs.The sun will set in muted gold,As stories cease, left untold. The wind will whisper through the trees,Echoes of lost memories.Mountains crumble, oceans dry,The world will end when I say goo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2895616/ Beneath the posts and in the scrum,A love blooms bright, a silent hum.Two young men, their hearts collide,Tech wizards by day, warriors outside. James, with eyes a stormy blue,His heart beats for his lover true.In fields of green, they stand aligned,A bond unbrok.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2895615/ When first our eyes met, a spark caught the air,Two souls at a crossroad, a promise to share.We laughed under skies, through day and night,Bound by dreams, holding on tight. But slowly the echoes of passion grew faint,The whispers of love turned silent and quaint.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2895614/ To speak the words that must be saidIn a language only they would understand,To confess: I love you, I truly do. It might mean he’ll never speak to me again,But if I remain silent, I risk losing my bestfriend.I never thought I was built for this kind ofsorrow... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2895613/ I was a young boy many years ago,Never understood but felt terrified of love.At some point, I knew I would fall,Helpless to control, it would just happen. I thought I was saved,Now I cry alone.He said he'd love me to the end,Seeing me happy was his cherished goal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2895612/ In Clonmel's heart, where gossip reigns,The gays in thongs forget their chains,With laughter loud and dance so free,In Penny's aisles, a sight to see.They strut and twirl in neon light,Trying on clothes, a fabulous sight,But oh, the shock, the grand reveal,Those padded bras, an a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2890831/ The world will end when I say goodbye,When shadows fall and silence sighs.The sun will set in muted gold,As stories cease, left untold.The wind will whisper through the trees,Echoes of lost memories.Mountains crumble, oceans dry,The world will end when I say goodbye.Stars wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2890825/ Beneath the posts and in the scrum,A love blooms bright, a silent hum.Two young men, their hearts collide,Tech wizards by day, warriors outside.James, with eyes a stormy blue,His heart beats for his lover true.In fields of green, they stand aligned,A bond unbroken, hearts entwine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2890821/ In depths unseen, where shadows dance,The truth lies hidden, in a mystic trance.Beneath the surface, where whispers reside,In the depths of the soul, where secrets abide.Through winding paths of memory's maze,Where echoes linger and stories blaze.The truth lies within, a silent guide,In the heart's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883176/ In the garden of her heart, a rose once bloomed,With petals soft, in colors richly hued.She tended to it with love, day and night,Her little rose, a source of pure delight.But as time passed, a shadow crept near,And the rose began to wither, it became clear.Despite her efforts, it slowly faded away,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883175/ In the solace of my favorite place, I dwell,Where whispers of memories softly swell.Yet amidst the comfort, a void resides,Where loneliness in silent echoes hides.The rustle of leaves, the gentle breeze,They dance around, but fail to appease.For in the sanctuary of my cherished space,Alone, I stand,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883174/ Over the skies, love will fly,On wings of hope, it reaches high.A journey boundless, bound to soar,Through clouds of dreams, forevermore.In whispers soft, it finds its way,Through galaxies where stars hold sway.With gentle touch, it paints the night,In hues of passion, pure and bright.Across the exp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883173/ In the quiet shade by the sea's soft roar,Lies my lovely pond, serene and pure.Its waters ripple with a gentle grace,Reflecting the sky in a tranquil embrace.Lilies dance upon its shimmering face,Their petals kissed by the sun's warm embrace.Dragonflies dart in a whimsical flight,Painting the air wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883171/ In the hush of sterile halls, where whispers fade,There stands a curtain, silent sentinel, unsawed.Its fabric a shield, a veil of privacy,In realms where souls seek solace, quietly.Behind its folds, tales untold, unfold,Of pain and healing, mysteries yet untold.It dances with the breeze, a gentle sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883170/ In the realm where dreams take flight,Lies the Golden City of God's pure light.Its streets of gold gleam with heavenly grace,A sanctuary where souls find their embrace.Within its walls, time holds no sway,Eternal bliss adorns each passing day.Angelic choirs sing songs of praise,As mortals wander in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883169/ In moments quiet, memories trace,Your love, a beacon, in time's embrace.Though miles apart, yet heart to heart,Your essence lingers, never to depart.With every bloom that paints the day,I feel your warmth, in every way.Your gentle touch, your soothing voice,In every whisper, I rejoice.Each Mother's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883168/ n twilight's grasp, I bid adieu,My last drop whispers, soft and true.With every tear shed, a tale untold,In the depths of sorrow, my heart grows cold.Farewell to dreams that once did soar,To hopes that danced on distant shores.The sands of time slip through my hands,As I journey to unknown lands.But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883167/ In realms unseen, where angels roam,My love for you, dear mom, finds home.Though parted by the hands of time,In heart and memory, you still shine.On Mother's Day, I send my love,To you, in realms of light above.Your laughter echoes in the breeze,Your wisdom whispers through the trees.Though tears ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883166/ In fields where wildflowers sway,Underneath the Irish skies' gentle haze,There blooms a rose in Tipperary's embrace,Whose beauty rivals the sun's warm grace.With petals soft as a whispered sigh,And a fragrance that makes the heart fly,This rose, a symbol of love's sweet art,Stands tall, a masterpiec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883165/ In the hush of twilight's gleam,Where the river whispers dreams,Let the current gently wend,With a crimson rose, love's blend.Let its petals kiss the stream,As it dances in moonbeam's gleam,Flowing with a timeless grace,In nature's tender embrace.Let the river weave its tale,Carrying memories, witho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883164/ It wasn't about luxury hotels,Nor the engagement in Paris,Not his first kiss or our initial handshake.It was simply the fading breath of love.His presence remained a mystery,For why acknowledge it when he was elsewhere,I stayed through thick and thin,While he chose to wander elsewhere.That was then,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883162/ Many have spoken harshly, ready to strike.In the face of insults, character under siege,But unveil true friends, their worth shines bright.People seek to dismantle,Through physical and mental strife.A soul bears a limit,Now I bid adieu to life.Witnessed bruises, felt the mental toll,Childhood's path.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883161/ In the twilight's hush, a tale unfolds,Of love's tender bloom and heart's sorrows untold.Tonight, I lay my weary soul to rest,A broken heart beats within my chest.The stars above, they weep with me,Witness to a love lost at sea.Yet in the shadows of the night,Hope whispers softly, a guiding light.Fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883159/ In the depths of twilight's embrace,Where shadows dance with whispered grace,I yearn to break the chains that bind,And let my spirit roam unconfined.Through fields of dreams and endless skies,Where echoes of my soul arise,I'll soar beyond the limits set,And embrace the unknown without regret.No long.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883158/ In realms unseen, where spirits soar,Where loved ones dwell forevermore,A tear I shed, a heartfelt plea,For family dear, now eternally free.In skies above, their light still gleams,Guiding us through life's vast streams,Memories dance, like whispered sighs,In every star that dots the skies.Though pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2883157/ In the garden of her heart, a rose once bloomed,With petals soft, in colors richly hued.She tended to it with love, day and night,Her little rose, a source of pure delight.But as time passed, a shadow crept near,And the rose began to wither, it became clear.Despite her efforts, it slow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2878948/ The rain will fall, And the world will be washed anew. The sky willdarken, And the clouds will gather. The rain will fall, And the earth will be quenched. The leaves willrustle, And the flowers will bow. The rain will fall, And the air will be cleansed. The birds will s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876637/ Love is a gentle breeze that caresses the soul,A flame that burns with an eternal glow. It's a melody that lingers in the heart,A work of art, a masterpiece of life's own. Love is a symphony of laughter and tears,A dance of joy that knows no fears. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876636/ Verse 1In thedarkness of the night,The stars'whispers take flight,My soul humsa gentle melody.Love for himis a priceless gift. (Chorus) His love,the melody that I've discovered,A tightlywound lifetime's tune,Each cadence,a promise sworn, Eternal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876635/ A missing heart, a soul in pain,A life that's lost, a love invain. A heart that once was full oflight,Now lost in darkness, out ofsight. The world is cold, the night islong,The heart is heavy, the soul iswrong. The tears they fall, the pai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876634/  The water beats softly againstthe sand.Washing away the footprints ofmanIt's a gentle reminder ofnature's might. A force that's constant, day andnight.It ebbs and flows, it rises andfalls. It's a symphony of sound thatenthrals.The water.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876633/  A heart that's true, a heartthat's kind.A heart that's pure, a heartthat shines.A trusted heart, a heart that'srare.A heart that's loved a heartthat cares. It beats with love; it beatswith grace.It beats with hope, it finds itsplace.A trusted he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876630/  Clonmel, my hometown, a place ofpride,Where the Suir River flows withgrace and glide.The town's history is rich anddeep,A legacy that we must cherishand keep. The town's streets are linedwith trees,A sight that always brings mepeace.The old town.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876629/ Our love is like a bloomingflower.It's strong, it's fierce, it'strue,And it's all because of you. You light up my world with yoursmile,And make everything feelworthwhile. With you by my side, I canconquer all,And never again will I fall. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876628/  I look in the mirror and what doI see?A better version of myselfstaring back at me.I've come so far, I've grown somuch,And I'm proud of the person I'vebecome as such. I've learned to love myself,flaws, and all,And to pick myself up whenever Ifall... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876627/  The boy I forgot, I remember him not,His face, his voice, his name,All lost in the game. He was once my friend,But now it's the end,Of the bond we once shared,And the memories we bared. I don't know where he is,Or what he's doing in thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876626/  I walk along the red brick street. Where memories and dreamscollideI see the faces of the people I meet. Some are happy, some are sad,some are kind. The red brick street has seen itall. The joys and sorrows of the pastThe st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876625/ When you lose a friend, it’shard to comprehend, the pain and the hurt that you feel in the end. You try tomove on, but it’s not the same, you feel like you’re playing a losing game. The memories you shared, they’reall that remain, The laughter, the joy, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876624/ Will I ever love myself?Or will I always be on theshelf?I look in the mirror and see.Someone who's not quite me. I try to change, to be better.But it seems like an endlessletter.Of things I need to doTo be someone who's true. But maybe that's the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryansways/2876623/