Dirty little secrets..
Dirty little secrets I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ‘ You and I’. I’m the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we pass… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: August, 2020
Alisa Fineman song and some words.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were long and… Continue reading
Poem – “Fairest, Beautiful Woman” – Romance – 8/18/2020
Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
Travel about,With meTo see the curves of the Earth.You are the wedding with no vowsNeeded to accompany usOn this stilled voyage. I see clouds that radiate your skinIn…
You are my poetry..
You are my poetry A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. You are my poetry Forlorn love, treasured memories. You… Continue reading
SHE IS FEARLESS .
Originally posted on where the inspiration lies:
She,yes she,She is FEARLESS. Wild like the windsunsteady like the waves.She is fearless. She knows,where to bloomandhow to bloom again. You may call her selfishbut, yes…
Folly..
Folly Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend… Continue reading
Lullaby..
Lullaby Did we lie? Did we love? Did we forget? ——————————————————– Once love inferno, became water down love. Our warm bed, became cold. ———————————————————- I sang lullaby of forever once upon a time,… Continue reading
Seventy-nine Days – An Open Letter
Originally posted on Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul:
Dear Fellow Americans, I hope this letter reaches you in good health. I am writing to you because our United States Postal Service…
The Nymph and the Dryad ~ Part 2
Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
She wandered by the riverside To drown her sorrows in the tide: “I am alone in this vile world, My only friends are beasts and birds;…
Love story..
Love story You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear lover.… Continue reading