Tag Archive: poetic


Invincible

There are days that I feel I can do it all

That nothing can stop me.

However, these days are minimal.

Oh how I wish they came more than usual.

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The Fall

In so many ways

At such little time,

You made me fall for you

Beating For You

Do you hear that?

That’s my heart beating for you

Bulges and Bumps

I do not have a sexy body

I have bulges here

Curves everywhere

Bumps in different places

You may hate it

Or you may accept it

But this is me

I am real

I am the unperfect girl

Bulges, bumps, curves and all

Let Me Be

Let me kiss you the way you’d want to

Let me hold you close

Let me not promise the world but to be there when the world ends

Let me be with you til the dawn breaks

Til the sun sets on us

Til we grow old and until our life is spent

Let me be…

Madness

If to love you is madness,

Then let me be filled with it.

If without you means sadness,

I don’t want any of it.

If losing my sanity is what it takes,

Then I’ll gladly lose it

For the sake of loving you.

Filled, Full, Overflow

This head is filled with dreams

Overflowing of ideas.

This heart is full of love

Overflowing of emotions.

Sometimes it’s a good thing

Though often, it gets her in trouble.

Apart

I am here

You are there

Worlds apart are we

Is there still hope for us?

A Poet’s Canvas

Why do sadness fill a poet’s canvas?

There are words of love

Of hope

Of giving

Of joy

.

But most of the walls are filled with tears of hurt

Of betrayal

Of scars from fighting fears

Of darkness

.

And the canvas is blank once more

What will it be filled this time?

Back To Earth

And I hate that I am in love with the man on the moon

While I am stuck here on earth.

I hate that I’m in love with the stars that are his eyes

While I do nothing but look up and gaze in admiration.

I send kisses through comets with the hope he receives them well.

In return, he sends falling stars with the hopes he may fall to earth, back to me…..someday.

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.