The wisp of a lover..
Wisp of a lover.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can be ghostly sometimes. She told me, please be kind to me. Beautiful Sheena had a kind heart, a true heart. She whispered, please… Continue reading
Wisp of a lover.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can be ghostly sometimes. She told me, please be kind to me. Beautiful Sheena had a kind heart, a true heart. She whispered, please… Continue reading
Ain’t no fucking good war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry I am praying for Ukraine. Evil men do not care for the welfare of their enemy. They want to take and take, till there… Continue reading
Angels dancing, too close to the earth… Pretty wishes, deadly journeys led me to the Austin, Texas sun and you. Till I met you. I saw grey skies only and the drink was… Continue reading
Comes hell or high water.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometimes we must be brave. Life is in the front of us. Comes hell or high water… Upstream… You were never easy, you were… Continue reading
Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to far away places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying night moon… Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find me… Continue reading
The first day of Spring, poetry… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some poetry for the warm days of Spring We went to the sea and I wrote your name and I love you into… Continue reading
Please pray Ukraine, please pray for the Russians against war. Please pray the insane men to learn sanity. Every child is a light of light. Please remember many have nothing now…
Originally posted on willowdot21:
Badge by Shelley Krupa.. LindaGHill is hear again to give us this week’s prompt. : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “trip.”?Use it any way you’d…
Originally posted on Kim Whysall-Hammond (The Cheesesellers Wife):
Poems by Ivor Stevens, https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2022/03/07/the-disappearence-of-decency/ Introduction Naked I stand before HimStripped of common decencyDebased, I kneel cryingSad words fall like rainTanks are still rollingOver the…