Stevie Taite

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

Comments about Stevie Taite

  • Payal Parande (4/16/2013 1:26:00 PM)

    she is phenomenal with her work...i just love to read her poems all day long cause they are so sweet and happy.....i just love her poems

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  • Ruby Honeytip Ruby Honeytip (1/22/2013 4:28:00 PM)

    Am thinking about setting up a support unit for people who are utterly addicted to the work of this beautiful artist. We would all be late for everything, but our souls would be well fed and singing. Stevie's poetry fills up what is empty and heals what is broken because she is love and magic in prose....a treasure xxx

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (11/7/2012 12:53:00 AM)

    Your poems are excellent. I like your poems very much.

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (11/7/2012 12:51:00 AM)

    You are a true poet. I like you very much.

  • Alla Simone (11/3/2012 9:41:00 PM)

    Stevie is a masterful poet who never fails to make you feel each and every line. She employs a skillful ease to craft metaphors that smoothly steer the audience directly to her desired destination.

  • Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (10/11/2012 1:35:00 AM)

    Stevie is not like the other poets at Pomehunter. She has always seen life sideways. Always a completely
    different perspective than most see, she is able to write about the unseen events of life that elude most
    of us. Her talents have unfortunate gone neglected for too long.As good as any other poets and certainly
    more entertaining than most. Read her unusual poems and discover a treasure that a measure can't be
    applied to except how good it makes you feel in your heart. Not only is she a talented poet, she dabbles
    in other forms of art, gives poetry readings, runs marathons, and teaches school. It is pure pleasure to
    know and read Stephany Taite.

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...

Read the full of A Lesson On Poetry From My Five Year Old

Friday Night

To this point in time the ride had been rough
But the demand on posture to counter the motion would be forgotten
As  impatience fermented  foretaste

We took the detour,  
Passed crisp, transparent slopes
Where mostly water fell into man made lakes
And the now distant mountains, with their treacherous descent  would become
Embellished with a layer of illusory snow

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