Three Selected Poems
Originally posted on Meg Sorick, Author/Artist:
I have never really considered poetry to be my strong suit. Nevertheless, I have built up a nice little collection. Recently, I was alerted to a…
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The Flowers of Evil: The Balcony
Originally posted on cakeordeathsite:
Frederic Bazille-La Toilette 1870 It is impossible to overestimate the influence? of Charles Baudelaire upon modernity. The entire Symbolism/Decadent movement that so dominated the 19th Century fin-de-siecle in Europe…
Anticipating
Originally posted on Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled :
She captively waited on his comings and goings,? each passionate rise, she felt snuggly in her loins.? Her smallest actions kept him delusionally…
Beneath the Storm
Originally posted on Singing Heart:
@KaremIBarratt When the storm passes and the hurricane Is downgraded, like a naughty child, and the Curtains of water enveloping us dwindle to Delicate lattices, and…
You are no mere poet…..
Originally posted on Paragonwords:
I don’t want to read your words,I want to peel back your layers, little by little, I want to touch the place where your words are born. Show me…
Fair Maiden
Originally posted on Carter Ford:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer. Carter Ford View original post
“Toxic”
Toxic A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Toxic Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the… Continue reading
“The silence and the sea”
The silence and the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the sea, the wind and rebirth each day hopeful and ready. The silence… Continue reading
Labyrinth of Beauty
Originally posted on Midwest Fantasy Writes:
via Daily Prompt: Pattern Intricate beyond his comprehension subtle complexity tangled emotions labyrinth of thoughts all wrapped in beauty woman in every manner too complicated to understand…
Paper-dreams
Originally posted on PacificVerses:
How could I ever feel sorrow knowing that our love still lingers, Within smudges of ink, carved out by the dance of fitful fingers, Within the rundown sentences, sprinkled…