“Looking for my Agnes”
Looking for my Agnes Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took… Continue reading
Originally posted on Samina's Forum for police support:
If music be the food of love, play on Twelfth Night Act 1, scene 1, 1–3 (William Shakespeare) “What is love? There is nothing…
When she was young she would run to the fountain, swept up in the lyrics of a misty waterfall. Held beloved in a never changing world she mined a treasure all gardeners strive…
I will sing the blues for you Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. I… Continue reading
I want to see you again The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of the fearless lovers. I wandered the beaches of Monterey. I looked at the faces of the… Continue reading
First words, last words Words can be powerful tools, can awake the fearful and dead in heart. Sweet love, eternal love, tender love make me dream and yearn for the kind embrace. Sweet… Continue reading
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
Blame not the kiss The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful face. Words cannot describe the beauty of your eyes. The great moon don’t compare to you standing near me.… Continue reading
Amazing work by a talented writer.