You are my music…
You are my music… We found love in the lost and found. You are the most beautiful gal in the world. I remember your smile, I remember your laughter. I painted your skin… Continue reading
You are my music… We found love in the lost and found. You are the most beautiful gal in the world. I remember your smile, I remember your laughter. I painted your skin… Continue reading
Paris, London, Basel or Barcelona…. We were wanderlust, whiskey kisses and sleeping till noon. We loved clotheless mornings and afternoon meals. We loved loud music and we loved the sea. I would tell… Continue reading
The tarot cards… I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo.I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman. The dreams had brought me to the… Continue reading
Originally posted on Ray:
There should be love before and in the afterlife, a mother told deity, being his favourite child. He smirked at her, knowing she had spent her existence being selfless…
I left a lady crying… Lady true lay down alone.Words of love left her upside down and alone.She ransom her heart for a endearing love.’She wanted to devour love with all her heart… Continue reading
(Monterey 1992, my singing friends.) Dreams, wishes and whispers. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful faces appear making you wish for different decisions and better endings. Dreams, wishes and whispers…. Old age make us… Continue reading
Originally posted on willowdot21:
Forbidden Love A Nonet We walk in shadows away from light Hidden we belong to the night . You can never hold my hand A love ?like ours is…
Originally posted on Amanda Grace Shu:
Originally published in Commonthought, Lesley University, December 2019. No. Those rising tones, tense as a violin note suspended on a string, died with my grandfather when I…
Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer. Rum and Robots Poem by Joni Caggiano on 07.14.21 – raimond-klavins-je2yosS0W2M-unsplash.jpg escaping from illusory bars, brown eyes vigorously awaken to the night scales falling from them… Continue reading
Gypsy heart…. Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison or… Continue reading