The Grab
Originally posted on Global Literature Station:
What was it that drew you to me?Was it something on my face? –the cute little smiles I made?my fresh kissable lips?the ripples on my cheeks?the bewitching…
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Carne del desiderio (Ita – Fr – Eng – Esp)
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Tadeusz Styka, Nudo, 1889-1954 a C. S. In una vasta notte come questadistesa sulla città lontana dove lei dormetutta raccolta nei petali rosa del suo corpoho chiuso le palpebre…
The first casualty when war comes is truth…
Originally posted on The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱:
It is not only the living who are killed in war. –Isaac Asimov (1920 – 1992) War is cruelty, and none can make it gentle. –Gilbert…
Winter Sunflowers Bent but Not Broken
Amazing photos and poetry shared.
Lullaby for the troubled mind
My prayer are also with Ukraine. A needed poem.
Little sin….
wickedlittlesins(Thank you Tumblr for the photo) Little sin… Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little sin in… Continue reading
I didn’t know…
I didn’t know A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life can be unknown ending and mystery I didn’t know… My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised… Continue reading
Blindfolded and weightless….
Blindfolded and weightless… I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading
Quiet echos and secluded places…
Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echos and secluded places… The coffee shop poet told the young listener.Great… Continue reading
Let’s remember us….
Let’s remember us… ———————————————————————————————————- Love forgotten, love dead, who was wrong? Who was right? Once we had long nights, once we made the mornings last till late afternoon. Did I forget my… Continue reading