Stevie Taite

Rookie - 78 Points (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Stevie Taite Poems

81. Riptide 1/26/2013
82. Stillborn 1/7/2013
83. Our Craft (Haiku) 10/10/2012
84. With Out A Parachute 10/11/2012
85. Response To A Great Poem About Spiders 10/20/2012
86. Poor Little Pinkies 9/17/2012
87. I Like Me! 8/12/2012
88. Body Has The Last Laugh 8/10/2012
89. Behold The Flower Of The Waterlily 8/13/2012
90. Catch A Poem 8/13/2012
91. Exception To The Rule 8/10/2012
92. Mother 8/10/2012
93. A Quiet Side Street 8/10/2012
94. Before A* 8/10/2012
95. Affliction Or Blessing? 8/11/2012
96. Not In This Universe 9/19/2012
97. Buried Seed 9/29/2012
98. Splinters And Fragments 1/15/2013
99. The Washing Monster 11/15/2012
100. Clever Fella, My Fold Up Umbrella 11/22/2012
101. 'Wake Up Kavita! ' 11/27/2012
102. Bloody Ikea 4/21/2013
103. Cure For Stuttering 10/6/2012
104. Poetic Licence 9/9/2012
105. My First Sonnet One Sided Love. 11/6/2012
106. True North 3/8/2013
107. Our Auntie Maggie (Roundeau) 2/25/2013
108. Stupid 1/22/2013
109. Stark 10/28/2012
110. One Year A Tree Day 9/22/2012
111. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder 1/18/2013
112. Snowflakes 1/19/2013
113. Verification Code (Grrrrrrrr) 1/21/2013
114. Notes 1/12/2013
115. Cupids Arrows (Acrostic) 2/14/2013
116. Empty 5/21/2013
117. Ruby Ruby Honeytip 11/24/2012
118. Turning Off The Flame 11/18/2012
119. Nail Varnish Numpty 12/29/2012
120. January Acrostic (With Rhyme) 12/31/2012
Best Poem of Stevie Taite

A Lesson On Poetry From My Five Year Old

I sat in bed one morning
With a note pad on my knee
When in wondered my Charlie
And he snuggled up to me

He said, 'You writing poems?
We are learning that at school
I know a lot about them'
I said, 'Really mate, how cool'

He stared at me intently
As he stretched out on the bed
His legs crossed at the ankle
And a hand propped up his head

After I had sorted through
And read back what I'd penned
He slid off of the bed
And peered up at me from the end

He stayed there quite transfixed
It kinda put me off my flow
I looked over...

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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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