Category: Poetry
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Forgotten Dreams
She played a song of forgotten dreamsOn the old piano in the barShe sang of love and loss and hopeHer voice was soft and clear as a star He listened with his heart and soulHe felt a connection he couldn’t explainHe saw the beauty in her eyesHe felt the joy and the pain They talked…
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Snowflakes and Secrets
She ran away from me that night After she told me her secret She left me in a state of fright And I felt a sudden regret I chased her through the snowy streets Hoping to find her in the crowd I asked everyone I could meet But no one could help me somehow I…
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Cocoa and Harmony
We sit in silence, sipping cocoaAs Maddie plays the pianoShe fills the air with melodiesThat stir our hearts and memories We think of all that we have seenIn Central Park, where we have beenThe beauty and the pain of lifeThe joy and sorrow, love and strife We hold each other’s hands and gazeInto each other’s…
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Our Bench in Central Park
We met by chance on a winter day You played the piano and stole my heart away We walked and talked and laughed and kissed We found a bench and made a wish You read the words of ancient lore You taught me what it means to live for more You held my hand and…
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This Moment in Central Park
This Moment in Central Park (Based on an upcoming novel by the author) We walk in Central Park, hand in handFeeling the sun on our faces, the snow under our feetIt’s a beautiful day for late FebruaryThe sky is bright blue, the air is crisp and sweet We see the world around us, in all…
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A Nostalgic Date (A Scene from The New Story, in Free Verse Poetry Style)
I walk into Henry’s, feeling a mix of nerves and thrillI’m meeting Maddie for our second date, hoping she likes me stillShe suggested this place, with its vintage charm and flairShe said it reminds her of the old Pan Am flights in the air She greets me with a hug and a smile that melts…
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But…It’s Spring! In Florida! (A Haiku for a Chilly May Morning in the Tampa Bay Area)
Chilly northern breeze Sends unexpected shivers To sleepy writer. (It’s 63 degrees Fahrenheit/17 degrees Celsius as I write this at 9:26 AM; it’s going to be hot later, with a forecast high of 88 degrees Fahrenheit/31 degrees Fahrenheit later in the day.)
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A Sleepy Writer’s Lot
Pale, sleep-deprived, red-eyed Mind reeling, fingers fumbling, stuck. Still, I must persist
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Remembering Marty: A Ballad Based on ‘Reunion: A Story’ 2.0
There once was a boy named JimWho had a crush on MartyBut Marty had a boyfriendWho was jealous and quite snarky Jim sang with Marty in the choirAnd he felt a secret desireBut he never dared to show itFor he feared that Kenny’d blow it Marty dumped her boyfriend one dayAnd Jim thought he’d make…
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Remembering Marty: A Ballad Inspired by ‘Reunion: A Story’
By Alex Diaz-Granados, author of Reunion There once was a boy named JimWho loved a girl named MartyBut Marty had a loverWho was jealous and a smarty Jim sang with Marty in the choirAnd he felt a secret fireBut he never dared to show itFor he feared that Kenny’d know it Marty broke up with…
A Certain Point of View, Too 