The fortunate one’s…
The fortunate one’s A Poem by Coyote PoetryA Summer poem. The fortunate one’s…. Lovely be, a day can be. When the sun kiss your face and the lake is near.The long Summer days, blessings… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
April
April… (Poetry month of April. My goal. 30 new poems. Today is number one) The April sun is in my eyes and I ain’t blue no-more. My tears have stopped and the open… Continue reading
The color of love..
The color of love… Dear lover. You made me come alive.The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in your brown eyes anddrown in the the gentleness of your voice. Your… Continue reading
Painted memories…
Painted memories…. My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth.I have so many canvases of us.You and I.Mirror reflections finding proper place.I have told the midnight hour.I need the honey kiss of a perfect beauty.… Continue reading
“A hint of pale gold” #poem #poetry #verse #writing
Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
A hint of pale gold Pierced the dark blue Of the dying night sky As it slowly ebbed with fatigue And did silently fade While lights of salmon pink Began to flicker at the…
La notte si fa chiara
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Cristina Robles, Ophelia Un’altra poesia tratta dalla mia raccolta “Donne sole” pubblicata sul prestigioso blog di Titti de Luca https://poesiainrete.com/2021/03/30/la-notte-si-fa-chiara-perche-ofelia-marcello-comitini/ La notte si fa chiara. Perché Ofeliatorni alla nostra…
Healing Herbs of Brittany
Outstanding information shared.
The great Harry Chapin and some words.
Once upon a time I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a… Continue reading
A memory, a story…
A memory, a story…. ———————————————————– Everything… In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly.You were my 2 am… Continue reading
The winding road
Winding road… Old world making me tire, it seem we all are weaving and moving, not going no-where.Just keeping above the deep waters of life. Once I was hell and turmoil, now I’m… Continue reading