Coffee Shop Sessions

Author: kimraypoet

  • Mementos

    One by one counting memories: An old photograph of us at the beach, A sweater that won’t rid itself of your scent, Books and CDs that you lent, I’ve packed them away They won’t see another day I’ve packed the boxes, Made the plans, The rooms are empty But I am motionless Is it that…

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  • The Oak Tree

    The oak tree Unwavering and sturdy Tells us how to be: Don’t break so easily In the slightest change of wind Climbing back through my childhood bedroom window Landing on shards of broken glass Crimson oozes slowly As I pray each stab is its last So much has shaken me since my first landingEach step…

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  • Meet Me in the Rain

    Meet me in the rain So I can explain The sun’s gone And it’s been too long I look at your pictures on the wall I shouldn’t keep them up for too long I miss the sound of you down the hall So I avoid the sound of you at all It’s as if the…

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  • Endless Night

    At the end of the day The rain now steadily falls I’ve laid here for hours Waiting for sleep to come Keeping my mind company, I’ve put a few records on Spinning my favorites and laying low, Leonard, Elliot, Thom, and Isakov, Each song delivers a blow Throwing me back to years ago I’ve laid…

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  • Nightly Routine

    Late at night Lying in bedHeadphones onListening to musicOr a few recorded poemsReading the latest I attempt to craft a new oneOr brush up a draft not quite finished It’s becoming routineI’ve always beenAn undercover poetNow I’m sharing my words With my family’s support as an added bonus Shared are the happenings,The disappointments,The contests never…

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  • Mr. Tomato

    Mr. Tomato, my daughter calls you. Cute as can be, I laugh it off.But after giving it further thoughtshe has an idea that might be true:when squeezed too tightlyyour insides start to fall apart.But I’ll take it,maybe even with a slice of toast.Licking my fingertips,I want to savor every last drop.

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  • just a little tenderness

    stone cold heart eyes down I don’t feel the need anymore to pretend this is going anywhere coming in the door with the latest from your day I half listen and nod while preparing the final meal late at night while lying in bed you reach over for just a little tenderness while I turn…

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  • Poetry Readings

    Pour your heart and soul into every word, pull from the depth of every emotion, let it grab you, kick you around leave you feeling broken yet alive,your heart soars yearning to hear more This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

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  • Clouds Dancing in the Sky

    Looking up at the clouds so high Watching colors stretch across the sky As they combine and spread apart gracefully An ever-changing work of art slowly slips by As the sun first wakes Golden hues are painted on the tips I’m struck by the beauty How lucky am I to be a witness As the…

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  • Cold Rushing In

    I open the doors On a winter’s night The cold rushes in Exposing the fragility of my plight. I’ll never learn. Always the one to run Too far, too fast Into someone else. Immersing myself as I did in the past. I should take heed, Call it quits, Just breathe And walk away. Listen to…

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