Blinded, but not dead yet..
(Written in 1993, Johnnie in Santa Cruz in 1993.) Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able… Continue reading
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“Gales as cold as ice” #poem #poetry #verse
Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
Gales from the kingdom of ice With teeth of iron and talons of brass Maraud rampant through the darkness of night Brutal vandalism despotic indescribable For to inflict…
Tears building to flow (Lyrics)
Originally posted on Abelia May:
Avoiding my presence Eluding my advance From which questions are you hiding What answers can’t I understand You err in your caution Misbehave in your own right Tangling…
The cursed lullaby…
The cursed lullaby Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading
The days of freedom…
The days of freedom Yesterday was the first cold days of Winter. I closed the doors and I closed the windows. I didn’t allowed the air of Winter to freeze the house. I… Continue reading
Tales from the dark
Originally posted on MY VALIANT SOUL:
the nights shift incessantly between the coiled conversation, about semantics of life the arrival and departure of distilled solitude at a point of growling sleep patterns my…
Gray, Black, Endless – A Landay Poem
Originally posted on The world according to RedCat:
Grey days blend, rain drizzle, limbo hazeTrapped in this lonely mazeMy body yearns for your gaze Black nights reign, empty bed, frozen soulStuck in a…
The fray- part two- Dreams
The fray- part two- Dreams A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeen dreaming poetry. A poem for the book. The island. The fray- You… He remembers a warm Summer day, he remembered her. She… Continue reading
The fray- poem for the book, The Island.
(Fray-1 a : to wear (something, such as an edge of cloth) by or as if by rubbing : fret. b : to separate the threads at the edge of. 2 : strain, irritate … a botched new… Continue reading
“The Unforgettable”
Originally posted on Poetry of Emotions:
Will we kiss tomorrow, embrace of the flesh, while basking in the glory of who you truly are. . . love. Take my hand, lead me to…