Tag: Poetry
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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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The Warmth of Florida Spring (A Haiku)
Humid tropic air Blows eastward from the warm Gulf. Spring, like summer feels.
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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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Dreaming of Marty: A Ballad Inspired by ‘Reunion: A Story’
Dreaming of Marty: A Ballad Inspired by Reunion: A Story By Alex Diaz-Granados She speaks to me in gentle tones Her voice like music to my ears She comes from far across the sea From London, where the Thames flows clear I try to read the words of Will But they seem dull and dry…
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Time Doesn’t Heal All Wounds (A Poem)
They say that time heals all woundsBut I know that’s not trueSome wounds are too deep to healSome scars are always in view I loved you since we were kidsYou were my cherry pieBut then you broke my heart in twoWhen you kissed that other guy My mom tried to console meShe said it would…
A Certain Point of View, Too 