Triplet coyotes
From the day of their birth
Desired the moon
And all it was worth
...
What is poetry more than words
Thought into existence by a writer.
What is life than a mystery unspurred
...
One tear
Feelings sincere
The blue sky melts away
The bright sun fades and clouds appear
...
Last to the kill,
First to the finish.
Fighting until
The thoughts diminish.
...
From nowhere it comes
And to nowhere it goes
A good friend is always around
...
The words I want to say
Are ones I hope you want to hear
I am here now
...
I drive
My hands tremble
The wheel shakes between my sweaty palms and lifeless fingers
Pressure in my head builds
...
As the spectral night begins to creep,
Over the sunlit sky,
The armies of light fall fast asleep,
The victory of dark is nigh.
...
It’s winter now, the time has come,
Temperatures are freezing,
Bare hands become quite cold and numb,
With gloves, the weather’s pleasing.
...
There is a place I have come to know
Where grief and anger tend to grow
I know well how to reach this place
While venturing though, I leave no trace
...
Drop the disguise
It's you I prefer
Because in my eyes
You already were
...
Closer to fainting with every thought
To stay awake so hard have I fought
When thinking about your immaculacy
My heart is lifted; I fly; I am free
...
Louder to him than the deafening cries,
Are the gunshots that pierce each man as he dies.
He looks about and sees the demise,
Of his once good friends and his trusted allies.
...
Messages in bottles
Each drifting through the sea
Sidle back and forth
Some are bound to come to me
...
What hath a mind
If it hath not a choice
What hath a man
If he hath not a voice
...
Slaving hard each day and night
To bring the world it's dark and light
And aura of refulgence divine
You make the sun wish it could shine
...
In awe of your beauty
The allure in your eye
At the touch of your hand
My heart started to fly
...
There's not a thing I would not do
To stay here next to you
Hand in hand, through and through
Submerged in love so true
...
It all basically started during the poetry unit in my English class. Part of the assignment was to write your own poetry, which I thought would be difficult. Although, when it came down to writing, I poured my heart and mind into my poems, giving each one a lot of thought. Years later, poetry is now what I use to express myself.)
Coyotes
Triplet coyotes
From the day of their birth
Desired the moon
And all it was worth
Providing them light
So at night they could see
Any dangers ahead
And be able to flee
All three loved the moon
And each soon decided
Too precious to share
Was the light it provided
The coyote first born
Snuck into night
And sang to the moon
With all of his might
Assured by the usual
Glimmer it gave
He felt quite accomplished
And returned to the cave
The youngest coyote
The next night awoke
And danced for the moon
As he quietly spoke
His sweet words of love
Were followed by light
The moon clearly pleased
So he called it a night
The last coyote
Woke up from a dream
Of the peaceful moon
And its wonderful gleam
He walked outside
And sat on the ground
Gazed up at the moon
Its beauty profound
All three coyotes
Thought it had ended
They'd won the battle
Performances splendid
That next night they waited
The moon did not show
They stayed there for hours
Then decided to go
All day they bonded
Coyotes of three
And again that night
The moon, they could see
Each one pondered
Where it had been
But it didn't matter
They would not fight again
They learned to appreciate
More things in life
Than a brilliant moon
That would just cause them strife
So together they sat
Those brothers of three
Under an Oak Tree
Bonded and free
That seems really cool! ! Poetry is the best way to make your fears, worries, problems and your life come out onto a page xx