poetry – Page 6 – Coffee Shop Sessions

Morning Blush

the first soft glow peeks through greeting the tops of the trees, from the depths of these shadows with the slightest bend of light witnessing this moment it feels right to be alive no matter how hard the fight
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We’ve Never Had Water Here Anyway

This poem was originally published in an issue of Clay Literary’s RAVEN: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/design-a-stunning-blog ‘Neath the blistering heat, California poppies cast themselves to the hillside sun as wayward children start to lose their breath, as you now fight for yours, running to chase the summer blues away. The young and old all begin to fail; heatwaves…
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The Basis of My Character(s)

These are my characters Some of them have affairs Some of them are drowning While gasping for air There’s a hint of something there That may never be Nothing more Than a simple connection between you and me These characters have flaws, That is true These characters may seem similar But trust me, They’re not…
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Get Lost in the Pouring Rain

So feeble We fumble Bodies tangling, intertwining We get lost in the moment, In the rush Drifting off to our own space No time like the present We’re looking for answers in the pouring rain If you could get by For one night Without looking for the answers If you could For one night Love…
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Revolving Door

He says, “you’ve been a great lover, opened up doors for me, been there when I needed you but I’m going to leave you, woman for I know you could do better than me” He picks up his suitcase, then he’s running out the door And that’s the way it is that’s the way it’ll…
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Refrain

We loved but we were never lovers, not like the ones in old Hollywood movies who walk into each other’s lives and leave hoping we could have been more,for there was nothing more to this story that could have turned out differently. All that remains are brief moments of calling out your name now and…
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She Called Out, “Sway with Me”

Strolling through the flower fields one late summer afternoon, a striking beauty caught my eye, though my hands were full of high importance. I caught a glimpse of its petals swaying in the breeze and thought to myself, what a graceful dance she possesses to simply put my mind at ease. She was not the…
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drowning in poetry

I pick up my phone on a dreary Tuesday morning as we often do when the workday slips into its routine, the mind starts to wander for a bit of stimulation. Perusing the latest on social media, a few of the latest poems from my favorite poets begin to appear. After a few scrolls a…
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Start with ‘Hello’

the daily pattern, clicking here and there, looking for an update,or something needed to say, but it’s gone too soon, like the fading of the day. there was too much to say, countless conversations stuck in my head, all I’ve needed to say. talks about the books read, or music heard, how the day has…
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Rewire the Circuitry

I pull at these formations under my skin in the hopes that these wires of mine could be undone, to reprogram this life from its beginning. I tell them it’s not you, it’s me; I need to learn how to rewire my circuitry. My programming was at fault; I blame the programmer from the start.…
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