prompted poetries: november 3
Originally posted on writings:
@globalagepoetry: so long So long, dear heart From this body you emerged Now you thrive in the sun Loved and so much more @poetsgrid: candle Kiss my lips Wicker-thin…
Category Archive: poetry
Angela….
A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded her beautiful… Continue reading
Poem – “Her Beauty Steals Me” – Romance – 11/13/2020
Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
RobbedOf each tearTo plod its naked voyageAtop these trembling cheeks,While I speakTo her, in the sequence of dreams,Letting arms burn within arms,Leaving dust to mark each placeWhere I…
No One Fucks You Harder Than Time – Poetry by Yvonne Brizula
Outstanding poetry shared by a talented writer.
The old painter on the boardwalk…
Old painter on the beach boardwalk Old man sat alone.He was painting a picture of a woman.She was from another time. We sat in silence till he finally spoke to me.He whispered “Her… Continue reading
“The winds a’howl and a’rage” #poem #poetry #verse
Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
The winds a’howl and a’rage As torrential rains lash at the sea And the land grows dark Dark as a starless night at midnight The ocean waters verily heave Whether in rebellion ‘gainst…
Show me the way to love…
Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment. Show me the way to love… Continue reading
Lê Vĩnh Tài | no. 7:11 – hat makes a good poem deserving of praise and awards?
Strong words and thoughts shared by a talented writer.
Wounded Angel…
Wounded Angel A Poem by Coyote Poetry (A very old poem, I hope you enjoy.) Wounded Angel My sad friend.Please smile for me.Stay with me by the sea all night. Your world has… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York city..
My last stand will be in New York City…. I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I wonder what… Continue reading