Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: poetry

  • Wrapped in Chains

    Contemplating her next move the pounding within her chest told her what she already knew: she was nowhere close to break free from the chains wrapped ’round her so tightly. With the escape route blocked; there was no sense in moving for every wriggle tightened the grip. Accepting her fate, another day in this God…

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  • Forgotten Opportunities

    Now featured in NovaBards Anthology 2021 Throughout my time, it’s been seen mistakes are easier to see than beauty. We point out the negative, the faults. They stick out and prevent us from seeing the truth of the matter. I find myself questioning if it is in our nature or how we’ve been taught to…

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  • A Bleeding Heart

    It’s getting late and we’re dying to find out what’s fated us here tonight. You dare to ask what I’ve done, where I’ve been, I’ll tell you more than you’d want to know so let’s start this off slow. The truth can be a dangerous thing; you can’t unhear it once the stories have cleared.…

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  • Take Two and Call Me In The Morning

    I wake to the sound of him pinging my phone. It’s too early for bright-eyed longing stares to the love of my life as my eyes burn from the phone’s bright light. With eyes barely opened, I reach over to tell him “Good morning, my love.” He sends his love in return and I feel…

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  • A Dream Landscape

    Dream of love in lace covering favorite go-to places. Dreams far from anything you’ve ever recognized, all desires realized. Dreams that leave you transformed, molded, leaving you painted in bold colors. Dreams of the most flattering shapes forming a perfect match of colliding lovers in a dream landscape. A divine love operating with mouths agape.…

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  • The Houses Are Empty and We Cannot Be Saved

    indulging upon a landscape you longed to sink yourself into, eyes scanned every inch where your fingertips dutifully awaited to graze. words escaped the space between us as the air filled with sighs. “I could write a thousand poems…” you said as the sun came out from hiding. and I realized how hollow the room…

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  • Navigating the Breakers

    A sting reaches our eyes as we collect salt and mist from the unchartered seaknowing where we’ve been, knowing where it will lead. Glimpses of our futurepepper through the days of our past on that boat sailing against the breeze, wondering which of our days will last. Mirroring smiles reflect how we take on the…

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  • Walking The Corridors of My Mind

    thoughts drift wondering about those who have walked the corridors of my mind, over the years and through the doors in and out of sight. I see their faces, hear their voices, as they’ve entered dreams and I wonder, where have they gone? what are they doing now? do they wonder the same? do they…

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  • Disconnected

    Particles of despair spin midair. They soon become swallowed and part of me before there’s a chance of being wiped away. I try and I try and only return to asking: How is this pain necessary? Is not struggling even an option? Is my negative perspective the only guideline I carry? The nature of it…

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  • Dare To Defy

    shapes and shadows strike awe and wonder lines connect pulling images together signifying tenderness you’ve longed to hold her reflection resembles the moon smiling back she pulls you, her rising tides keep you intrigued when she starts to recede you continue, there’s no other way there’s no other choice, hold on tight while she gently…

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