“The portrait of you”
The portrait of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words imickeyd:(Thank you Tumblr) Nicole – Peter Coulson The portrait of you Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion… Continue reading
The portrait of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words imickeyd:(Thank you Tumblr) Nicole – Peter Coulson The portrait of you Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion… Continue reading
Iodine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Iodine For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love… Continue reading
Hold on tightly baby A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Hold on tightly baby You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth… Continue reading
Leather and lace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song allowed us to create good poetry. Leather and lace I have played the monster, the demon and the abuser. I was left with… Continue reading
Originally posted on My Paint My Words:
Be my lover, Be my friend Whisper my name Our love defend Be my shoulder ll be your spine Be my lover Through endless time Be…
Originally posted on Rose English UK:
Images courtesy of Pixabay Buttercups by Eliza Cook From ‘The Poetry of Flowers’ by Mrs Kirtland 1800 ‘Tis sweet to love in childhood, when the souls that…
Lay lady lay A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some 4-5 line poetry. A effort. Lay lady lay — She peeled her clothing off slow and easy like a stripper tempting a wanting man.… Continue reading
Fable love I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
Originally posted on Breathe In Mars:
https://open.spotify.com/track/389hKTL3ZBPPWP3VuXfEyv ? https://soundcloud.com/kehlanimusic/kehlani-alive-feat-coucheron ? ? ? Rain is good for the soul Crazy how I feel the most warm when it’s cold Drops hit the window and…
We are born to die and we were born to live A Poem by Coyote Poetry New poetry. For my missed father. We are born to die and we are born to live… Continue reading