Hands of stone
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for) Hands of stone Life is hard.… Continue reading
Poetry- Love, passion and meaning.
Poetry-love, passion and meaning. “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only… Continue reading
Love had me learn madness
Love had me learn madness -Break me- Please break me, make me bleed, show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, they know life… Continue reading
‘A Sunday prayer’
A Sunday prayer Time for us, all of us to stop. Give a few second of your busy day. We need to stop and to pray. Pray for our world. Pray we… Continue reading
A Broken Rhapsody
Please read and enjoy the work of a amazing writer. vikas chandra If you had the time, to just be mine I’d buy you, be my cockatoo! How empty’s, my day of valentine… Continue reading
Whiskey
Whiskey She danced alone on the dance floor at the Jazz club. Moving her body with a gentle ease and making every movement of perfect long legs, wonderful womanly curves and hips.… Continue reading
“YOUTH HAS NO GUILT”
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Under the covers, Hands fly. Skins touch… … Youth has no guilt… Mouths water. Hips move! Moans escape… … Youth has no guilt… Experiments tried. Favors exchanged. Tongues…
The moon and the stars
The moon and the stars Once I was free and a wild soul, wanting and needed nothing. I was looking for the idyllic setting, place of perfect view and the dancing… Continue reading
The first time I saw your face’
The first time I saw your face I found lonely road and Godless hearts. I was seeking good death and I was a leftover life waiting for no-one and nothing. I was… Continue reading
She danced by the light of the candles’
She danced by the light of the candles. I sat by the bay, I watched the sun fall into the sea, I was a street poet of the night, I wore Army… Continue reading