Too old to die young
Almost 61 years old, lived in many places and had many lives. Old man looking back at me in the mirror. I whispered. Too old to die young. ———————————————————————————————– Once I knew the… Continue reading
concerto
Originally posted on The Lonely Author:
concerto my love we envy the beach as we listen to an aria of the sea against the shore an ensemble of French kisses are the gentle…
“Love is a careless child”
Love is a careless child I took my pen to paper and wrote that love can be true, can be just us looking for empty shadows where the emotion of love is… Continue reading
“Jealous of the night”
Jealous of the night Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray… Continue reading
Lead with kindness, concern and listen
Lead with kindness, concern and listen I hope I make it till the Spring. (A Poem by Coyote Poetry) “A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind… Continue reading
“What I Remember (14)” – Nayana Nair
Originally posted on it rains in my heart:
LOVE IS … hiding my smile when you walk towards metalking your name, just because i can(just to make sure that i can).feeling like a…
Red Sunflowers
Originally posted on Nina Bell & The Feathertales:
Sitting here, I blankly stare At the red sunflowers Reflecting in the checkered window’s frosty glare. Rattling like a snake, My mind slithers me back…
Beautiful For you
Originally posted on Silently Smouldering Words:
I write with beauty, love and truth My heart, I write for you I write with metaphors of youth And lips unkissed but true. ? I write…
Boundless sea
“Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire. A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words.” Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed… Continue reading
Indigenous
Originally posted on House of Heart:
Without end or beginning, in white hours I wait for you. Near night I hunger for darkness. Shadows of lilting swans we plunge from cliffs of vertigo…