Why Do Violins Look So Alone?
Originally posted on malleable art:
I was a mile away, smoking pot in Carl’s car Yet the song wafted over and I felt fuckin’ zen Clambered out the door for fresh air that…
My grandfather’s rose bush…
My grandfather’s rose bush My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the… Continue reading
You are my Springtime…
You are my Spring time Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and… Continue reading
Last person standing….
Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend. We are walking on a dangerous edge. Nuclear Winter, new sickness and… Continue reading
Eternal.
Amazing story shared by a talented writer.
the faith i bleed
Originally posted on The Lonely Author:
Time to change the subject. Let’s talk about happy things. Let me live, love, and laugh with you. That is the healing power I need. the faith…
AY, AMIGO MÍO
Originally posted on POESÍA JAPONESA DE ELFICAROSA.:
Amigo mío, no creas que no te quiero, no pienses que ya no estoy a tu lado, me enamoré de él, pero tú eres mi…
Everyone is a river
Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island. … Continue reading
The Wild Bird and #metoo
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
The Girl under the Paris Bridge
Amazing poetry.