“A woman palms”
A woman palms
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had done well.
A million angels wander a woman’s palms” Tadeusz Rozewicz
I want you
I want you to make me forget yesterday regret.
I want us to find new places where we can flee to new heights in love.
I want us to fall into a whirlwind of a deep love where we cannot re-surface in the same place.
-Coyote-
Lay bare the secrets
We are bathing in the quiet of the midnight hour.
You are whispering sweet words of love.
Eloquence and sweet words appeasing my senses making me tell you.
Love me little, love me long. You have became my only sweet dream my dear lover.
-Coyote-
Dear Katie
Midnight wishes were you.
You were my sun and my will for a second.
Old Poet had died and lived in love.
He knew. Dear Katie was a muse to tempt his aging heart.
-Coyote-
I like your poetry the ones you have here a short the lot of meaning I like that thank you
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Thank you Donna. I believe people prefer short poetry. I appreciate the comment.
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Reblogged this on Roberta Pimentel.
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Thank you Roberta for the reblogged.
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You always have a way of captivating with the words within your poetry. 🙂
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Wow. This is beautiful.
Reading this was much needed in my life. I believe in feminism, however, the whole movement dehumanizes men; it generalizes them as heartless souls. However, this poem was a nice reminder that men feel, and are driven by love too.
Bravo!
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Thank you. A wise man knows. Without women. What would life be?
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