Category: Relationship


Do Castles Grow On Trees?

Prince charming is a myth or perhaps long dead

For no longer do they rescue damsels, they end up hurting them instead.

But sometimes princesses still wish for a knight in armor

To climb the tower, profess undying love and be their savior.

Someone to vanquish the evil witch and break the curse

To be there for better or worse.

Still, no longer does a valiant prince come and the princess no longer waits

They are all forgotten in the past now as they forge their own fates.

They are all but whispers, carried by the breeze

Because castles no longer grow on trees.

Advertisements

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.

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.

Ever Again

No one believes me when I say

I might have fallen in love before

It was addictingly sweet and bitter

It left me clueless and sore.

But then again it might have just been a fling

Fleeting and brief

But I always have a hard time moving on

Even when I was in grief.

Still, a lesson he was

And he was something I didn’t want ever again.

Finally Happier

You caught me by surprise and I didn’t know any better

There was peace in your eyes

And I knew

You were happier

Finally happier

Wonderful In White

They’re all marching

Arm in arm

Everyone smiling

Pearly whites showing

Cameras flashing

He waits, excitedly shivering

Looking like Prince Charming

Or a knight in armor shining

His eyes, they seem like dancing

In the altar I arrive

He smiles as we wait for his bride

And I wonder

Would I look wonderful in white?

The Coldest

Cold, cold night

As cold as ice

As cold as his heart

As cold as my soul

As cold as the glare in our eyes

How and why did we come to this?

We’ve become frozen

Broken

We’ve become our coldest

Bad Habit

He was my bad habit

Difficult to break

Hard to get rid of

But not impossible to end

I know the answer

But no one understands

They see me as lonely

Even when I’m truly fine.

They think I need to have a significant other

When all I need is space

And myself.

I don’t need to answer them

Because I know the answer

And I alone understand why.

I seek the love I hope to be true

Or rather, I sought it before.

I used to think I was empty or just a half

I used to think I needed more.

.

Someone wanted to give me the world

But I only wanted him to be real and true

Extravagance was not what I wanted or needed

And so his heart I made blue.

.

I do not regret being alone, going solo

I’ve long accepted my complexities

I know it’s hard to love me

And they can only hold so much capacities.

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.

Words from a Little Person

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

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. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.