The coming storm’
The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading
The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading
The stranger song Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers? Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through. Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love we embrace and the forgiveness we must understand and accept. Measure and weight… Continue reading
Originally posted on Recruiterpoet Blog:
By Mark A. Leon Red as the rising sun Red as the setting sky over a bed of ocean waves With purpose, you propel through the sky in…