![Goodnight](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/26aefb2222af1fb8408071e856ccdb8b.jpg) |
Swearing, he pushed them harderHis hips pounding away with all ardor.Breathless she took all of him,Almost forgetting he was only a whim.Body acceptin..
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![Dear Mother](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/ae36f1d5084f075489a6d071648cdb14.jpg) |
A little poem I wrote for my mother on Mother’s Day…
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![Words](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/1f62a23a96e284f33ba2378084d7cf5f.jpg) |
In the light of what we knowWords can be hard or light like snow.Unmerciful, callous, and daring,They can caress you or be blaring.Words are the build..
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![Silent Shadows](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/5c74506a25585154c93ec25716334bb7.jpg) |
I’ve stumbled through life, never finding my wayLooked at the world through lenses of grey.The monsters I claim, from under my bedAre now nestle..
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![Visions of Me](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/757d3f47c35e186d106e96294f3e95f3.jpg) |
You look at me and what you seeIs different from my view of me.I see a girl who doesn’t thinkShe tries enough. Not swim but sink.You see me as t..
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![Beautiful Friend](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/a5e356b73926fce6e9e4e680f3096e0d.jpg) |
This poem is dedicated to my stepfather. This would not have been possible without you.
Here’s to you…
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![Win or Lose](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/f859c36ec8a02b386544dd4972edd6a5.jpg) |
Each unseen blow that brings you downTakes all your breath so you can drown.You fight and win, or so you thinkEach “win” will bring you to..
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![Legacy of Defeat](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/23f77d541fe45d75ac7c8f636b0763e9.jpg) |
Once again the skies have darkenedOver a life that was unburdened,The darkness slowly found her victimUnrelenting in her dictum.Her grasp is strong an..
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![Beloved Mine](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/bd6c8bcaeec3eda99813b85cb72657bf.jpg) |
It is almost midnight. As I walk up the driveway, a light breeze rustles through the leaves of the old oak in the front yard. I stand and listen for a..
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![My Mother's Heart](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/07d373497267acf9f7005daffeda841a.jpg) |
Mother's Day poem.
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