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Nov 2013 SH

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Nov 2013 SH

petalsofhope

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people watching in a coffee shop
is one of the simple pleasures in life
the bizarre satisfaction you get
when you sit by the window
solving crossword puzzles
or probably sipping your cup of hot latte
immediately tilting your head up
when someone enters
analyzing, wondering,
as they pass by your table
what kind of person they are?
what coffee do they drink?
what do they do in the coffee shop?
where were they from?
who are they with?
thoughts by thoughts
questions by questions
curiosity kicks in
eventually clouding your mind
as you nibble your chapped lip
finally finding a solution
to the crosswords
also your futile thoughts
without hesitation
you give those people in the shop
every single one of them
a life
based on their coffee

just some random thoughts of mine

Dec 2012 SH

Mornings

Dec 2012 SH

N23

Mornings

I like you in the morning
when you are just waking up;
still half asleep and
rough around the edges.

You can't quite remember
the person that you pretend to be
so,
(left with no other choice)
you are the person that I love.

Slightly lost,
but full of potential.

Oct 2012 SH

Memento

Oct 2012 SH

Dani Greaves

Memento

I have this note.
A little note
on yellow paper,
with a young man's signature.
I keep this note.

I have this note.
A blank note.
Yes, there are words.
But they are empty.
Nothing from the heart expressed.
Over and over, I read this note.

I have this note.
The only note.
A single lasting artifact
of a romance gone by.
Yet still, the note survives.

I have this note.
A damaged note.
Ripped in two;
like me from you.
I keep the pieces of this note.

I have this note.
A months-old note.
Scribbled, signed & torn; mine.
A cold reminder of harder times.
But I cannot come to trash this note.

Written August 11, 2012. Comments encouraged.

Oct 2012 SH

Writing Poems With You

Oct 2012 SH

Christy Pavoncello

Writing Poems With You

Our eyes begin the first line,
Blinking out metaphors
As we share secrets without speaking.
Our hands start the rhythm,
Fingers interlocking and swinging
with every footstep.
Our voices create the verse,
And the chorus comes to life
As we kiss, as we kiss.
Whispers becoming rhymes.
How I would adore spending eternity
Writing poems with you.

Sep 2012 SH

a second pseudo-haiku for you

Sep 2012 SH

William Alexander

a second pseudo-haiku for you

I found dusk in you,
welcomed it willingly.
Almost forgot dawn.

Sep 2012 SH

If

Sep 2012 SH

Poemasabi

If

If...
we do
think a
bit first
we...?

A Chaycheck Cinquain. 2,4,6,8,2 letters. The form was created by a 2nd grader in 2011. I use it to pose questions mostly and let the reader finish the thought in their head.