‘Song of the dead and the song of the living’
Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places Song of the dead and the song of the living. I… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
The Healing Sun
Originally posted on Poems in a Coffer:
I breathe the sun from the naked pores of my scabrous skin inhaling the warmth and exhaling the algor deep from the frozen marrows of my…
Now and forever
Now and forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words to her. Now and forever Old soldier, a dying man drank alone. He returned home after 10 years of war, travel and sin.… Continue reading
‘Bad to the bones”
Bad to the bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music took me to good days and places. Bad to the bones (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know… Continue reading
‘Free-falling’
Free-falling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine… Continue reading
Winter love
My Winter love Pretty German girl whispered to me sweet and tender words at the German tavern. Dear Johnnie. Only wine become better with time and people who dance on nails and lies.… Continue reading
You saw, You never witness
Originally posted on Shreds:
You saw, A girl wearing a dress so red You turned her into poetry With words of a wishful thinking Though completely unknown Of her life and love You…
High
Originally posted on Megha's World:
I’m breathing you in and exhaling out taking puffs of you and making clouds. I’m drunk on you intoxicated by your love with wine-stained lips I’m calling out…
A summation of a little life
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
The soul of solace Always surprised As if some spectator diety laughed at the absurdity of prediction? For mortal souls Never expected … solace often follows despair Down a…
“Sleeve of Silk” – Nayana Nair
Originally posted on it rains in my heart:
An ornament blue that reminded me of your eyes. The sleeve of silk that had finally felt like mine. The black of my eyes, the…