We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.
We stole, we borrowed and we wanted more.. Beautiful poet came to me and she whispered. Please come with me and let’s find some salvation. I fell into her eyes and she excited… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer… She was a painter, part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces… Continue reading
Who is right? Who is wrong?
Who is right? Who is wrong? Do we remember the reasons for war? The victor can remember and the dead people/ dear cities and homeless have no place to go and they are… Continue reading
Amazing and powerful poetry.
an anthology of my solitude | Lê Vĩnh Tài [478] Thơ Lê Vĩnh TàiTranslation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm my solitude is an extensive collection of anthologiesand you have wasted your money printing themlet… Continue reading
Do more.
Do more.. 1- I was blindsided by her. Her eyes, bright and demanding. I asked her. What do you need my lovely? She gave me a devilish smile and she told me. Give… Continue reading
The pretty things, the dangerous things. And remembering Marianne Faithfull.
The pretty thing, the dangerous things.. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and… Continue reading
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading
Under the willow tree. We danced.
Under the willow tree. We danced.. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Was a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
I like to see the eyes.
I like to see the eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we truly can see. The eyes allow us into true places and mystery. I like to see the eyes. I don’t… Continue reading
Will we open the door?
Two short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I tried learning to write poems without being epic. 1- SaviorSweet blue eyes girl told me.“You ask for so little.We have so much to give… Continue reading