Coffee Shop Sessions

Author: kimraypoet

  • We Don’t Talk About That

    Drifting thoughts of us strike during the long hours of the dayIt’s that time once againBut we won’t talk about it now We’ll say so much to fit inThe space between the silenceBut those days where we lit up the sky,We won’t talk about that now Fantasies creep inSome days, or most days,What we’ve done…

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  • We Are Gathered Here Together

    In loving memory of my family… My grandfatherwas a man of routine—ordered black coffee,soup and salad,steak and potatoes,said Grace before his meal, and left room for dessertat buffets on the other side of town. A routine meal,to this day,rememberedas my favorite meals with him. My dad loved Alaskan crab legs,with a side of melted butter,while…

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  • Drove to See You

    I drove down to see you,stood in your doorway, unannounced.You were there with another—I again felt like an outsider.I didn’t belong,not after I wrote you at length—so many love songs. My poems, wrapped in a box,delivered—but only to be forgotten.My heart still in shock:you were going away,never to be seen again—until the month of May,when…

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  • In a Sea of Lonely Nights

    A lonely boy in a sea of lonely nights in that last hour of the day capturing words he wishes he had said writing them down so they’re out of his head Music fills the air soothing the tension lessening the cares Take a trip to the other side: what makes the other person tick,…

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  • The Box

    “This friendship will self-destruct when you open that box,” Katie says as she hands me a box and waits for a response. I wonder what this means, what is so important in this little box. Do I dare open it? I don’t want to lose her as a friend. We’ve been through a lot together:…

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  • A Story of Hope

    A writer yearns to tell their story, any story,that will stand the test of time full of hardships conquered and inspire generations with hope. The story shall feel whimsical, not so much with fairies dancing but that there is a happy ending. The story shall have brevity, not so much as a long weathered tale…

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  • Caught In The Act

    Working long hours between covert exchanges aboundit becomes a late night at the office with no one else around, we absolve the need to be cautious Behind the locked door,you parade around the desk,perch yourself closer than ever beforeas your fingers reach the hem of my dress Fingers creeping higheras my eyes heighten with alert,tension…

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  • Our Song

    Spinning the same song that connected us gets harder to hear. Each verse cuts deeper into what never was, what could have been; the longing to be near. With my fingertips crossing your beard, your fingers grazing my thighs, those longing sleepless nights I’ve waited to be alongside the one that knew the depth of…

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  • The Elephant Moms

    In a distant land there lies a village of elephant moms.They’ve bonded over time through struggles and times of joy.They lift each other up and surround themselves and their families in love.They carry the torch from one to the other in times of need to keep the light shining.They heal, protect, feed, and nurture each…

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  • Separated Not By Love

    You set the scene, describe it so perfectly; what we’ll do what I’ll wear where we’ll go from the first moments of excitement to the height of pure ecstasy But love, it’s a trembling sensation that leaves me wanting; wanting to lay with you, to feel your warmth next to me The cool breeze from…

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