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My Niece and Her Coffee Date
So so afraid of love
Fearful of feeling
What that would mean
What would be the expectation
He just wanted coffee with you
Was that so hard
Her Uncle asked her
She pondered
Like always smiled and said
The coffee was good
Her uncle then asked about him
She looked up with a twinkle
We'll see ....
Fearful of feeling
What that would mean
What would be the expectation
He just wanted coffee with you
Was that so hard
Her Uncle asked her
She pondered
Like always smiled and said
The coffee was good
Her uncle then asked about him
She looked up with a twinkle
We'll see ....
#coffee
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#dating
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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My Niece and Her Coffee Date
So so afraid of love
Fearful of feeling
What that would mean
What would be the expectation
He just wanted coffee with you
Was that so hard
Her Uncle asked her
She pondered
Like always smiled and said
The coffee was good
Her uncle then asked about him
She looked up with a twinkle
We'll see ....
Fearful of feeling
What that would mean
What would be the expectation
He just wanted coffee with you
Was that so hard
Her Uncle asked her
She pondered
Like always smiled and said
The coffee was good
Her uncle then asked about him
She looked up with a twinkle
We'll see ....
#coffee
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#dating
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
489 reads
28 Comments
My Niece and Her Coffee Date
So so afraid of love
Fearful of feeling
What that would mean
What would be the expectation
He just wanted coffee with you
Was that so hard
Her Uncle asked her
She pondered
Like always smiled and said
The coffee was good
Her uncle then asked about him
She looked up with a twinkle
We'll see ....
Fearful of feeling
What that would mean
What would be the expectation
He just wanted coffee with you
Was that so hard
Her Uncle asked her
She pondered
Like always smiled and said
The coffee was good
Her uncle then asked about him
She looked up with a twinkle
We'll see ....
#coffee
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#dating
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
489 reads
28 Comments
My Niece and Her Coffee Date
So so afraid of love
Fearful of feeling
What that would mean
What would be the expectation
He just wanted coffee with you
Was that so hard
Her Uncle asked her
She pondered
Like always smiled and said
The coffee was good
Her uncle then asked about him
She looked up with a twinkle
We'll see ....
Fearful of feeling
What that would mean
What would be the expectation
He just wanted coffee with you
Was that so hard
Her Uncle asked her
She pondered
Like always smiled and said
The coffee was good
Her uncle then asked about him
She looked up with a twinkle
We'll see ....
#coffee
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#dating
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
489 reads
28 Comments
My Niece and Her Coffee Date
So so afraid of love
Fearful of feeling
What that would mean
What would be the expectation
He just wanted coffee with you
Was that so hard
Her Uncle asked her
She pondered
Like always smiled and said
The coffee was good
Her uncle then asked about him
She looked up with a twinkle
We'll see ....
Fearful of feeling
What that would mean
What would be the expectation
He just wanted coffee with you
Was that so hard
Her Uncle asked her
She pondered
Like always smiled and said
The coffee was good
Her uncle then asked about him
She looked up with a twinkle
We'll see ....
#coffee
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#dating
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
489 reads
28 Comments
Dusk in the Desert
I swear, this summer’s sun
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
#myself
#desert
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
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Dusk in the Desert
I swear, this summer’s sun
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
#myself
#desert
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
951 reads
30 Comments
Dusk in the Desert
I swear, this summer’s sun
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
#myself
#desert
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
951 reads
30 Comments
Dusk in the Desert
I swear, this summer’s sun
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
still scorches close to night
as I must have been the wettest there
returning home from my desert hike!
Got to take photos of desert fare;
saw a monster, orange and black
looked no worse for wear
nor thirsty for a damp redact!
Getting difficult now for me to see
few streetlamps light my way
relying on starlight skies for me
‘fore denizens emerge to play.
#myself
#desert
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #EdnaStVincentMillay
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30 Comments
The Beautiful Illumination Of Glory
I wish I could extend my hand out
Bottle the insignia of time
When words never defined the emotions of a keystroke
Laughter in the fallacy of the pen was the greater manner
Curious eyes never to have seen nervousness in appreciating my gifts as I unfurled my pen
No one knew of me, the compassion of my skill, the thirst of my craft
So many words of adoration I have graced cavasses
The music is playing for you
The stage is set
Names of grandeur stood on the poetic podium in time
Legends of the ink spills in wonderment I...
Bottle the insignia of time
When words never defined the emotions of a keystroke
Laughter in the fallacy of the pen was the greater manner
Curious eyes never to have seen nervousness in appreciating my gifts as I unfurled my pen
No one knew of me, the compassion of my skill, the thirst of my craft
So many words of adoration I have graced cavasses
The music is playing for you
The stage is set
Names of grandeur stood on the poetic podium in time
Legends of the ink spills in wonderment I...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#SelfReflection
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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The Beautiful Illumination Of Glory
I wish I could extend my hand out
Bottle the insignia of time
When words never defined the emotions of a keystroke
Laughter in the fallacy of the pen was the greater manner
Curious eyes never to have seen nervousness in appreciating my gifts as I unfurled my pen
No one knew of me, the compassion of my skill, the thirst of my craft
So many words of adoration I have graced cavasses
The music is playing for you
The stage is set
Names of grandeur stood on the poetic podium in time
Legends of the ink spills in wonderment I...
Bottle the insignia of time
When words never defined the emotions of a keystroke
Laughter in the fallacy of the pen was the greater manner
Curious eyes never to have seen nervousness in appreciating my gifts as I unfurled my pen
No one knew of me, the compassion of my skill, the thirst of my craft
So many words of adoration I have graced cavasses
The music is playing for you
The stage is set
Names of grandeur stood on the poetic podium in time
Legends of the ink spills in wonderment I...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#SelfReflection
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
484 reads
4 Comments
The Beautiful Illumination Of Glory
I wish I could extend my hand out
Bottle the insignia of time
When words never defined the emotions of a keystroke
Laughter in the fallacy of the pen was the greater manner
Curious eyes never to have seen nervousness in appreciating my gifts as I unfurled my pen
No one knew of me, the compassion of my skill, the thirst of my craft
So many words of adoration I have graced cavasses
The music is playing for you
The stage is set
Names of grandeur stood on the poetic podium in time
Legends of the ink spills in wonderment I...
Bottle the insignia of time
When words never defined the emotions of a keystroke
Laughter in the fallacy of the pen was the greater manner
Curious eyes never to have seen nervousness in appreciating my gifts as I unfurled my pen
No one knew of me, the compassion of my skill, the thirst of my craft
So many words of adoration I have graced cavasses
The music is playing for you
The stage is set
Names of grandeur stood on the poetic podium in time
Legends of the ink spills in wonderment I...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#SelfReflection
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
484 reads
4 Comments
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