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POEM STARTER

You have just bumped into your childhood sweetheart at a coffee shop. Write a poem about the experience.

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Back Then

Are your ordering honey, sweetheart?

Or is bitter black coffee in your cup?


Are you ordering a cookie on the side

Or paying with pennies you scraped up?


Either way, I couldn’t help it inside

Then way my heart pounded when we locked eyes


It was like I saw you again from across the hall

Back when our world was fragile and small


The world has grown so much since then

More than prom king and queen...

Cruel Hearts

I still think about you

It’s hard to lay you go knowing that you treated me right me, boy

It’s only the beginning of my heart healing.

I’m sorry if I let you down


I’m scared to get hurt again

So I push others way from me

I push my love ones away from me order to protect myself from getting hurt even more.

I know it sounds cruel


I’m only being cruel to be kind, but I know it hurts to be let d...

I Wonder If He Remembers My Birthday

“Oh, hello! Oh my gosh, how are you?”


And just like that, you are no longer sixteen,

for me, nor I fourteen, for you,

and the faces we kept for each other

in memory have weathered away.


“How’s life? How’s … your family?

“You have kids? Me, too.”

“Oh, wow! They’re big!”


And it’s unsaid that they are almost

the ages we were when we met.


Childhood sweethearts, we were.

Backseat of a 4Runne...

A Heartache Again

My heart starts racing, I don’t know why but as I look up I see her.

The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen

She looks the same but something is missing

The sparkle in her pearl green eyes

It brings me back to the day we were meant to never see each other again

She sat me down on the bench, tears rolling down her smooth sweet face

Her last words were “you’re just not for me I’m sorry.”

And her s...

Voted Best Couple

I did it on purpose

Ready to to catch her cup, in case it fell like we had

Once.

God, she is still beautiful.

Eyes matcha green, met mocha brown

A coffee smile

stain free, and a PHD.

And now I’m on one knee,

My cup tilted with purpose.

Oh, how I imagine.


4 years in love.

Real Love.


I didn’t make her late for work.

It’s too late to even try....

Noah And Isak 19

19?

When they finished with lunch, they decided on walking around a bit. It ended up with Noah and Isak walking behind Mikalea and Michael. Mikalea and Michael were chatting up a storm while Noah was pointing out his favorite things to Isak. Noah’s arm was wrapped around Isak’s as they were talking about anything and everything. When they got home, Michael got a call from Nick asking if he wanted ...

Noah and Isak 18


Part 18

When Michael got back Isak was passed out on the couch. Mikalea was sitting at the kitchen island with Noah. “Hey, M. I have milk. You ok?”

“Yeah. Thanks. Sorry.”

Noah decided to make some toast for when Isak woke again. “Hey, I am sorry about…yelling at Isak.”

“It’s ok. I explained some of it, he understands.” Noah smiled softly.

“Ok…” Mikalea took her smoothie and went upstairs to ge...

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Noah and Isak 17

Pt 17

After they snuck out to watch Michael on his date, Mikalea got really tired. So, they went home early laughing about how incognito they were. When they arrived home Isak and Noah said goodnight to Mikalea. They received a message that Michael would be home late and so they decided to take another break. When Noah got undressed and into his pj’s Isak was ready around the same time. Noah put h...

Noah And Isak 16

The next morning Noah woke to Isak’s breath on his back. They were a little cramped on the couch so Noah didn’t turn around, but he shifted lightly to get up slowly. “Mmm, don’t leave.” Isak groaned trying to pull Noah back down.

“I’m getting dressed so we can go to Starbucks.” Noah laughed, whispering not wanting to wake his friends. Isak sat up once Noah walked into his room quietly, getting d...

The Coffee shop Killer

There was no sign of him walking in.

No evidence of his waking.

Yet, his entering was nothing like him.

So demanding and shaking.


His eyes held fire.

His smile held no sanity.

If he was on a wire.

It’d be a calamity.


“Everybuddy, on your knees.”

He called.

There were cries and screams.

He called.


“Jacob Marcus?”

I asked.

He turned to look at me.


“Diane Lekerbaun?”

He recognized me...