A Classic Sad Song
Originally posted on Mysterious Soul:
My heart is cut in pieces;myriad shreds of leaves scattered in my wilted garden,a thousand shades of my love flow like a frigid waterfall, my lover being a…
Monthly Archive: September, 2021
𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐑 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐎
Originally posted on POESÍA JAPONESA DE ELFICAROSA.:
“Cuando muera, me amarás” Daría todo, sí daría todo lo que tengomis vestidos, mi casa, daría media vidadormiría desnuda en un bancopor una simple respiración,el…
I need a wild gal….
I want a wild gal…. She wore her Sunday best and the smile of a angel. I told her, all we have is a Winter day and 10 inches of snow. She asked… Continue reading
Come away with me…
Come away with me A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe all, need a grand adventure.. Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born,… Continue reading
The boardwalk…
The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Tell me. How you lived?…
Tell me, how you lived?… Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each… Continue reading
Wonderland War
Originally posted on You Lil Dickens:
Dedicated to My Joe, Lily Lorelai June, and John Joe Fitzgerald I’d gladly bring the circus to you, a bag of peanuts too Anything to make you…
If I was the king of the forest… Written in 1978.
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest….. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German… Continue reading
The animal… Written in 1982.
The animal. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWho is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner? Men of hate keep a-coming. Wars will never stop…. Till all of us are dead…….. The… Continue reading
ASÍ NOS DERROTAMOS
Originally posted on EROS Y PALABRAS by Pura María García:
Fotografía de Pura María García El soñar encubierto. ? Amontonadas, las siluetas humanas exudan una tempestad interna que acallan. Silencios. Niños…