Tracing Whispers
Amazing words by a talented writer.
Listen ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
Originally posted on Walt's Writings:
I listen And I hear What I hear Is what I write Inspiration coming from sounds I listen to the wind Telling me the secrets of the…
“You forgave me”
You forgave me I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. We drank aged wine… 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.) Last person standing I had a bad dream. A… Continue reading
Have mercy
Have mercy Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we have, we have become strangers to self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced, all… Continue reading
Wild horses
Wild horses We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle… Continue reading
The Bacchus prayer
The Bacchus prayer She whispered, come hither, come near. The setting moon is watching us learn the Bacchus prayer. “Chainless souls, love the maddest nights. Those who drink and they know… Continue reading
Should I believe?
Originally posted on Thinking Chitalia:
Should I believe? Should I believe everything happens for a reason? Should I believe in Destiny? Should I believe you are here for a reason? Should I believe…
Pretty words
Pretty words Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She… Continue reading
Last chance motel
The last chance motel Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the… Continue reading