Originally posted on Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/sam-manns-p0zvbvpw3ky-unsplash-1.jpg An unexpected arrival,shrieks and joy to be had,family, friends and more,there’s not need to feel alone or bad. We sit and chat,I stand…
Never more, evermore or nothing more…. She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer… Continue reading
Originally posted on EROS Y PALABRAS by Pura María García:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/subsistir-1.jpg FOTOGRAFÍA de Pura María García Hoy el tiempo me cierra los ojos. Nubes. Un vendaval deja a la deriva todos…
Originally posted on Tavolozza di vita:
“L’invito” – di Oriah Mountain Dreamer (Tratto dal libro “L’invito” di Oriah Mountain Dreamer ) ————————- “Il mio invito, la sfida che vi lancio, è un viaggio…
JUST DANCERS We are walking on pins and needles. Once we spoke lover’s words. Now we are strangers, imprisons in self-made hell. Did we love? Do we hate? We tasted sweet, we tasted… Continue reading
Love me Life is short, love is sweet. The night was long and her eyes, were looking like the wild Pacific sea.Please play with me, she whispered. Love me right, love me… Continue reading
Hopeful and wonderful words shared.. Unique Times Photo by Jonny Lew on Pexels.com If I buy you a diamond ring, silks and gold so you drip in jewels does that mean I love… Continue reading
The most beautiful woman….. Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked. Reading poetry today… Continue reading
The serene stillness Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learn life is more than seeking money.In the serene stillness, he remember his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies.He remember the father… Continue reading
Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
Outward,Past the rubble,The lights gleam a vesselIn my painstaking handsHolding a woman close,Of her rays,Upon her voyage. Weathered footprintsIn the icy ground.Loosened salt from the rooftopsOf my temples,For…
