Stevie Taite

Rookie - 6 Points (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Stevie Taite Poems

81. One Last Coffee 12/17/2012
82. One Year A Tree Day 9/22/2012
83. Our Auntie Maggie (Roundeau) 2/25/2013
84. Our Craft (Haiku) 10/10/2012
85. Payal Limerick 10/2/2012
86. Pictures From Bama 11/16/2012
87. Pink Or Blue? 8/17/2012
88. Poetic Licence 9/9/2012
89. Poor Little Pinkies 9/17/2012
90. Pop Fairy 4/16/2013
91. Positivity 8/31/2012
92. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder 1/18/2013
93. Product Appeal 8/11/2012
94. Promises 8/17/2012
95. Putting Computers In Their Place 8/20/2012
96. Reclining Nude 8/31/2012
97. Regeneration 1/22/2013
98. Response To A Great Poem About Spiders 10/20/2012
99. Return Journey Blues 4/12/2013
100. Riptide 1/26/2013
101. Root Erosion 1/8/2013
102. Rose Tinted Glasses 8/15/2012
103. Ruby Ruby Honeytip 11/24/2012
104. Saved 9/13/2012
105. School Pick Up Haiku 10/9/2012
106. Seale Limerick 10/1/2012
107. Sealed 9/17/2012
108. She Wants To Swim 12/22/2012
109. Showing My Bladder Who's Boss! 11/25/2012
110. Shy 4/20/2013
111. Sides, Edges And Vertices Edited 11/17/2012
112. Sky Fall 4/25/2013
113. Snowflakes 1/19/2013
114. Splinters And Fragments 1/15/2013
115. Stark 10/28/2012
116. Stark (5,3,1 Structure For Gulsher: -) 11/2/2012
117. Stillborn 1/7/2013
118. Stupid 1/22/2013
119. Surrealism 8/31/2012
120. Sweet Obsession 12/15/2012
Best Poem of Stevie Taite

The Making Of The Moon

The moon was born with Earth they say
Two vortex, large and small
Of gas and dusty nebula
And gravitation's pull

Little wind does stroke its land
For mass is sixth of Earth
Which holds down little Atmosphere
Around its smaller girth

It doesn't suffer weathering
Or recycling of rocks
It's craters still look like the day
The meteors gave it pox

The moon it had no H20
No vapour formed a sea
The soup of life was not there served
So remained species free!

The jealous moon so tries to steal
Our oceans from their ...

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Feel Sad For Me

Feel sad for me
The 'death' I feel
For the thing I mourn 
That wasn't real

The burning ache
So bitter sweet
Unleashed from where
My wishes sleep

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