Do You Speak Chinese?
Originally posted on Amanda Grace Shu:
Originally published in Commonthought, Lesley University, December 2019. No. Those rising tones, tense as a violin note suspended on a string, died with my grandfather when I…
Monthly Archive: July, 2021
Sneaking Out
Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer. Rum and Robots Poem by Joni Caggiano on 07.14.21 – raimond-klavins-je2yosS0W2M-unsplash.jpg escaping from illusory bars, brown eyes vigorously awaken to the night scales falling from them… Continue reading
Gypsy heart…
Gypsy heart…. Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison or… Continue reading
Love me right, love me wrong.
Love me right, love me wrong… Some fire begun and they can’t never be put out, beautiful smile, kind words and tender touches. Open doors, never to be closed. ————————————————————————————————– Those eyes, stole… Continue reading
Kind Spring and Summer days…
Kind springs days and Summer days… Forget me not, forget me forever. Winters cold is gone and the kind Spring days are here. The cold Winter days made me drink the vodka and… Continue reading
Lê Vĩnh Tài | Slowly, Poetry is dying (282)
Amazing poetry shared.
where the windows stood ~
Originally posted on tornadoday:
had I loved with something less than all this heart could hold – measured my desire by yesterdays counted not the bounty love was sure to bring at risk…
40 cents more…
40 cents more… ———————————————————————————————- I called Scotland at 10pm,hoping for a proper goodbye, Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she told me, Johnnie, I forgave you. We held love for a second and… Continue reading
If I could steal time, I would…
I would steal time, if I could for you… Once I believed I was invincible and today I know. All of us, can break into pieces, like the broken glass of time. If… Continue reading
The cold night whispered..
The cold night whispered… The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading