Originally posted on Megha's World:
Between the spaces of my heartbeats I have knitted you a home Come sit and feel cozy nestled deep in the  embrace of my  soul oozing with the overflowing…

The shadows are dancing   She told me, dear poet. Your love isn’t dead. Your love is sleeping. She was a perfect North Dakota girl dancing with a Michigan boy in the city… Continue reading →

Originally posted on willowdot21:
For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September…

  (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. ) I remember you. The summer days were long and… Continue reading →

One more day my love I waited for you. You requested me to come and wait for you. Every night at 2 am. I watched you dance your final dance for desperate men… Continue reading →

Kiss me She had waited a thousand days for him. War and confusion had made their love wait. They shared a 100 letters. Each letter adding to a bond that could not be… Continue reading →

Poetry nights   Sitting alone at the Boneyard Tavern. Just another tavern in another lonesome city. I was listening to Hank William Jr. songs and dreaming of a beautiful auburn beauty, I left… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Of Love and Passion:
Amante ~ Mi amante, tu sangre lleva el color de mis ansias y tus sueños el sabor de mis desvelos conjurados en mi cama cuando a…