My Joan of Arc
My Joan of Arc A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Lost
Few shall find salvation. Us, who drove deep into the deadly sins. Can’t never truly know peace. Forgiveness is accepting what we see ourselves. We become what we support to be. A amazing… Continue reading
“Ghost, demons, lovers and lonely corridors”
Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon life. Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons… Continue reading
“She kissed me once and once only”
She kissed me once and once only A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read the great Writer Jack London again. Gave me some positive motivation. You must read “When God laugh.” She… Continue reading
Nighttime Dress
Originally posted on Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog – Isis Tratum:
Nighttime Dress 30 July 2016 Courtesy id.hrhwalls.com ? Carry three Through the night’s mantle The monsters Dismantle My cloak of everlasting Neon light…
Blue Green Loss
Originally posted on Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog – Isis Tratum:
Blue Green Loss 30 July 2016 Courtesy Guillebot on deviantart.com ? Rivers run To a stilting halt Taste of salt Beckoning To thunders…
The wicket waltz
This wicked waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words This wicked waltz Perfect beauty is waiting for me and she is dressed in a perfect red rose dress. Her tempting shoulders and… Continue reading
“Come live with me and be my love”
Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love (Come… Continue reading
Lazy Cat and La Malinche
Originally posted on Veronica Aldous:
Lazy Cat and La Malinche La Malinche queen of conspirators, arches her back Flips in and out of being a cat, is sun on pebbles The dark shadow…
She Dreams of Three Guitars
Originally posted on Veronica Aldous:
She Dreams of Three Guitars Along the Unpath, covens whisper of the caves Reaching up to grasp the olive groves Mouths ready for the unripe harvest Strum the guitar…