–Roses are red and violets are blue
Roses are red and violets are blue.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Listening to old and very good music tonight.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue and
you have left me alone in the darkness of the tavern.
Pretty flowers have turned black.
The whiskey is tasting better.
Your beautiful face is becoming lost in the bliss of Jack Daniels
and my good friend Jim Beam.
I told the bartender.
I was a lover once.
I was a dreamer once.
Now I’m a drinker.
Trying to find peace in the blindness of alcohol and forgotten dreams.
Rose are red.
Violet are blue.
We bleed red blood when the knife is put in deep
and with a purpose.
Beautiful blue eyes woman walked out of my door.
Told me . “You was dead.
You swim in shit and believe it will be roses in the morning.
Can’t love part way. You must go all the way or walk away.”
I’m falling apart.
No-one to pick me up when you can’t find the way back.
Whiskey songs are written by fools who wasted love.
Held hate and misery near.
Today I got my cigarettes, dirty ashtrays and strong whiskey.
Ghost of old lovers haunt my dreams and
I’m waiting for no-one.
Roses are red. Violet are blue.
Old tavern is loaded with fools who wasted the good thing.
Coyote
such heartache, beautifully portrayed…. Michelle
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Thank you Michelle. Heartaches are just lessons for us to learn the true meaning of love.
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I guess I must be stupid then because I have to experience heartaches over and over. Maybe I have finally learned, Love means hurt, so I’m all done with that!
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Freddy Fender gave me hope. True love is rare. If we found it. Hold on tightly.
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I think I love truly but it never comes back my way….. so I guess its not really true. I’m tired, so very tired…
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Took me 37 years to find poor wife. I gave up and she showed-up.
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I had been alone for about 8 years, had tried all those stupid dating sites and last year around this time I had just given up, shut down and dating sites and decided that it wasn’t meant to be, that I was happy enough alone and already had a full life so I felt ok with just being with that and appreciating all the kids I have and grandkids and then he just showed up and I thought well this is wonderful, here he is at last, well that was almost a year ago and he still won’t commit to anything more than a once a week lovein and maybe lunch and maybe a face book message so… it’s his way or nothing … I wish I had more nerve and could just cut this loose but just can’t stand the thought of not seeing him again. sorry to rant on but it seems like you might understand… thank you for reading. Michelle
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always loved that old song. Your poetry is wrenching…
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I believe Freddy sang the song the best. Thank you Maureen for reading and the comment.
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