Archive for August, 2018


I Lost My Lover

I lost my lover some years ago

I don’t know how I lost him

I simply just know.

I might have lost him at sea

Or from the mountains

I might have lost him to music

Or art perhaps

I might have lost him through time

Or perhaps hindered by distance.

I’ve never met my lover

Fate wasn’t as kind to us

I know I lost him in some way

I just hope it was not from someone else.

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Hey earthlings!

For those who have followed this blog since…well since, I’ve finally changed the name! It took a while and I didn’t even want to change it at first. I had to though since I won’t be able to post everyday anymore.

Honestly, it felt weird at first that I wasn’t posting here daily. It still feels weird at times.

Back to the blog name. I know the new blog name is a little long. I feel, however, that it’s just right since apart from poems, I do tend to post some prose and some other knick knacks.

Hope you continue to support this blog that’s been going on for 6 years and 4 months now.

See you on the blogsphere!

Conquered

He defeated me

Pull down all my defenses

Left me wondering how it happened

Surprised me with all unexpectedness

If there is such a word.

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I pulled all the tricks up my sleeve

He smiled through all of it

As if it was a walk in the park.

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Brick by brick he tore my walls down

But still made me feel safe

He conquered all the hurdles

And appeared unharmed

Despite his hands bleeding just to get through to me.

Like

Hold me like holding the stars in the palm of your hands.

Let me trickle down your arms.

And gaze at me like you gaze at the night sky.

Let me lie in your arms like the sun sets at the end of each day.

Love me like tomorrow will never come.

I live in a country were pale skin is considered pretty

Which is an irony

Because most people are brown, bronze, dark, or colored

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They look at me with envy

And say I’m lucky…

Only because I’m pale, that they think me a beauty.

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Almost everyone here wants snow white skin

While I think “morenos” or “morenas” are beautiful

But I don’t try to change my skin color

Unlike most I see around me

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If beauty is just skin deep

Then I don’t want to be considered beautiful

I’d rather be seen as pretty because of my dry wit and sarcasm

Because of my intelligence and quirkiness

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I’ll shed this pale white skin

And be a different kind of beauty

That’s How I Loved Him

With every strand of hair I have on my head

With every blink of my eyes

With every subtle smile and silent laugh

With every sunrise and moonrise

With everything in me

That’s how it was

That’s how I loved him

And

And I could have loved you in so many ways

I would have loved you truly

Unconditionally

Fully

And all I’d ever ask in return

Is for you to do the same

Addicted To Love

Yes, not for love

But to love.

To what it feels when someone sees your goodness

And hugs you through your bad moods

To laughters and talks about life

To silence and tears

And imperfections.

Addicted to love and for what love brings

Who Is Your One?

Is there anyone special that holds your heart?

Do you have your eyes set on someone you think is “it”?

Are you attracted or in love?

Is there a one and only?

Or your only one?

How would you know if that person is indeed “the one”?

Out of the Blue

And still sometimes, just out of the blue

I write a poem just for you

A Real Surrealist

Feel My Words

The Midnight Ember

An Ember for Thought

Kas Writes

From Photography to Poetry. From Tea to Travel. From late night study to Lifestyle. Follow me as I try spread positivity and love through words and pictures.

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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. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.