Harper Tate : Writing

Savages

Savages

A Poem by Harper Tate


There is a savage side to every human. If you disagree, you just haven’t discovered yours yet.
Birdsong

Birdsong

A Poem by Harper Tate


Some people say that their Favourite sound in the morning Is the quintessential chirp of the birds, The lo..
First Kiss

First Kiss

A Poem by Harper Tate


And then you kissed me, The taste of last nights cigarettes and whiskey on your skin. Memories of cold breath..
Her

Her

A Poem by Harper Tate


The sultry scent of perfume on soft skin, The fair hair the flows down her back and gathers at her waist. Sh..
Definition

Definition

A Poem by Harper Tate


The size of my waist does not define me, The colour of my hair does not define me, The size of my feet do not ..
Lover

Lover

A Poem by Harper Tate


She sits. Sits still, with back propped against the headboard. Her heart pounds as a hummingbird. To h..
Love Lost

Love Lost

A Poem by Harper Tate


Inspired by Sylvia Plath's Still Born
The Norm

The Norm

A Poem by Harper Tate


A woman’s place is in the kitchen, That’s the 1960’s way. I am just a life size doll. Por..
Last Resort

Last Resort

A Poem by Harper Tate


The pills she took to ease the pain,To make herself invisible,A purer way than pierced vein,And consequence less visible.She took the pills to cease h..
Overcoming

Overcoming

A Poem by Harper Tate


Get rid of things that make you bitter,Of the past and all the pain,Like the sun rising bright and truethrough the mist after the rain.

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