The brown eyes girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some woman make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire for you to want to be wild and crazy in the dance of love. …
Day: December 2, 2022
Finding sense in nonsense – Keep it alive
Not everything is clear at first Sometimes we need to ponder deeply To find the logic In something nonsensical Everyone sees things through different eyes We all see a different reality in the same…
Writing poetry – Keep it alive
I must admit that when I started my blog, I discovered that writing poetry came very naturally to me but there was a hitch! I cannot rhyme for the life of me or stick to the rules of certain poetic…
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Your Last Breath – Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind
Irememberlikeitwasyesterday Allthedoctorshadwalkedaway Andit wasjustmeandyou Holdinghandsinthathospitalroom Xxx (Originally Posted 01.12.2019)
To The Minute – Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind
There’s nothingelse to do There’s nothingelse to say For my love waslost to me forever One yearago today Xxx (Originally Posted 01.12.2019)
Tu Me Manques – Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind
I just wish you were still here. That’s it. No flowery language. No poetic licence. I just wish you hadn’t died. Simple. Xxx. (Originally Posted 01.12.2020)
Still – Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind
Thunder rolls Lightning strikes As grief still cuts me Like a knife Xxx (Originally Posted 01.12.2020)
Six Years Ago – Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind
Walk down the aisle with me? She said The bakery aisle, that is I thought you were being serious He said And my heart just skipped a beat Xxx (Originally Posted 01.12.2021)
The Death Of Me – Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind
The Death Of Me Nearly twenty years together And what do I have to show Just a blackened heart Now we’re three years apart And sadness the status quo Xxx (Originally Posted 01.12.2021)
Is the end a new beginning! | paeansunpluggedblog
At the promise of springthe schooner is finally set to sail’tis better not to kvetch Soul sisters share stories at nightdoing mother’s willWinning battles their way With me, you better …
The Reluctant Poet 