Category: Poetry
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Writing – A Poem
Writing is a gift That we can give to ourselves And to the world Writing is a way To explore our inner thoughts And to share our voice Writing is a joy To create something new and beautiful And to touch someone’s heart Writing is a challenge To overcome our doubts and fears And to…
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A Duet
A poem inspired by today’s output for The New Story A duet is what I want to sing with you A song of love and longing, sweet and true I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long But I was afraid to tell you how I feel You’re the girl I’ve had a crush…
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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
A Certain Point of View, Too 