Roth Poetry

Who needs mirrors //we have selfies!

Gone are the days of looking in the mirror

Only to leave and forget what we saw

Now we have photos // permanent images

Wild and crazy images posted across the net

So close, we can count the pimples and pinch the zits

Mirrors are so uncertain //fleeting images

Liars we can rationalize and refute

Going back to pretending dementia

Just like the scale’s high numbers

But with Selfies, the narcissistic addiction

We are so enraptured with ourselves

We think others on the web will all agree

Perhaps we need to go back

Look in the mirror and leave it there

Selfies make liars of all

“Like” is a relative term


Clip Art: Dreamtime.com

Our poetry challenge prompt today on d”Verse comes from Bjorn, who asks us to write a poem about mirrors.  Any poem using the word mirror is ok. Come visit us at…

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Forgotten Towel

Go Dog Go Café


Wet from shower

hair tangled and dripping

toweling off

then seeing

your eyes

eager and thirsty…

from behind

you nuzzle up

dribble kisses

down my neck

and arching spine

slide your hands

over clean curves

swaying with the music

of steam

slowly drawing me to bed

towel forgotten

on the floor

©MidwestFantasy/Beth Amanda


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The Coyote and the Raven dance…


The Coyote and Raven dance…

The Coyote was dancing for the half-moon,

he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew.

His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night.

The shapeshifter moon allowed the real faces to appear.

The darkest and blackest raven watched from the willow tree.

Maybe the raven needed to dance with the coyote, he hoped.

He told the moon, thank you for the half-moon night and

the star above. He saw the dark hair beauty walking toward him.

She moved softly on the forest surface,

her pale skin and softest brown eyes, stole his eyes.

He asked her. Can I dance with you? Can I kiss your beautiful tattoo.

Can we fall in love again?

He heard the nightingale song and he sang a song.

“Love be sweet, love be bold.

Lovers never ask, just fall into the dance of love.

Without regret”.

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Wild child…


Wild child

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Thank you dear Alexia Evellyn for the song. Please listen to her songs. A free spirit, She teaches us. We can be more than what we are."

The poet loved the careless girl, he loved the girl who loved the sweet wines and she could make him smile with her dance, her beautiful voice and her eyes of hope.


She told me; the world doesn’t imprison us. We do. Please quit seeking the goals of the world and find the narrow path, the less walked on path. You will find quiet forest and beautiful moving river. And you will find me.
She told him; I am more savage than you believe. I want to run bare ass into the forest of the mountain, and I want to swim in the hidden waterfall. Will you join me brave soldier?
She told…

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