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Morning Came

The slow rising of orange red

The dark blue violet changing to light

The cold morning breeze kisses the leaves

And I know it’ll be alright 

Life And World

I knew, I too

I wondered and pondered

I loved, fell but got back aboved

I stopped and went, almost got broken and bent

But I went on as did the world

Who Loved You?

Do you recall the time you fell?

Fell hard but felt well?

Do you remember the time you felt great,

For being loved so much it covered all the hate?

When was the time, when you never felt blue?

And who, who was it that loved you?

Bare

Tell all

No secrets

I am blank 

I will not hold back

This is me

Of Losing You

Still haunts me to this day when I think about the time

When I was so afraid to lose you,

You were my poetry, my rhyme

But we’d just lose it all, who knew?
No one told me it was fleeting and I got caught up

Too afraid, so I didn’t move

I looked around and I stopped 

I was afraid of losing you but I lost you all the same

Reach

The clouds are high, I cannot reach

So I tiptoe and use the mountains as a step

Bring Me Joy

His music

His voice 

Grand like the piano

Lovely and soulful

Hitting those notes like a soprano.
I listen in

He makes me feel warm and fuzzy 

His songs make me smile

And gives me joy

Good morning today!

I said goodbye to yesterday

Tomorrow is another day

I’ll make it through another day

I’ll go get it and do it my way

And so I’m glad I have today

End Of…

He smiled,

And I saw poetry

It became the end of me

She’s Better

Look at her, she seems like she is everything 

As if she’s missing nothing
The way she walks

The way she talks

The way she dresses

Confident and no excuses

The way she looks

Even if her head is stuck in books
She’s got grace

A pretty face

Oh they all think she’s better

Words from a Little Person

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

singlesincebirthblog

The single speaks her mind

GOD'S POETIC CHILD!!!

Dear Reader, I am here to give you a little taste of poetry with some water on the side. When you come on my blog that's all that you will taste is Poetry. Not the type of poetry where it doesn't have a meaning. The type of poetry where you will be inspired, uplifted and you will have a different mindset once you leave this site. You might even come to get a taste of this poetry again. Don't be afraid to let your kids read this blog. My poetry is for and to help the youth. Bring them along with you. You both are scrolling down your phone or on the computer anyway. Let's have fun and get a taste of some poetry. I promise this type of poetry tastes delicious. Grab a plate and a fork and I'll feed you. ENJOY!!!!

johncoyote

Poetry, story and real life.

RED GLADIOLA

Fiction & Poetry Journal of T. Wong