‘Nevermore’ Lenore…
Originally posted on Late Night Poets:
By: Silk Blackrose In the garden lies a stone, in a bed of roses, it stands alone I walk each morn, a ray of light falls across…
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“Wildflowers dreams”
Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for… Continue reading
“She had Angels wings upon her back”
She had Angels wings upon her back Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
“The threshold”
The threshold A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can be given motivation by the words of great poets. Thank you Rene Salinas for loaning me a verse. “The threshold, wide and the appearance… Continue reading
Captive love
Captive love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Captive love My lady of May became my Summer lover. My kind and sweet woman had seized my heart and she awoke my slumbering… Continue reading
The song of the living
The song of the living A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The song of the living The song of the living, the song of the dead Songs sung to celebrate life and… Continue reading
A poet & a lover
Originally posted on Wanderer:
A poet & a lover, With a pen & a paper. Full moon mystery, And firefly lights. Rethinking, Soul confession. Send me a sign, Am I in the right…
“I try to remember”
I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I try to remember I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us… Continue reading
“Blame not the kiss”
Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry Long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope. Blame not the kiss The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful… Continue reading
OLD SOUL
Originally posted on R.M. ENGELHARDT:
OLD SOUL An old jukebox is playing Tom Waits as the smell of beer And cigarette smoke Permeates the bar The patrons, the drinkers Are old and…