Highway poetry-short poems

Just words

                           Wander or slowly die

She was so beautiful.
She moved like a wild and free animal.
I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.
I didn't try to capture her. Just made her smile and laugh for a time.
I saw in her eyes. Unswerving need to escape to new places.
I didn't hold her tightly and I was content when she escaped into the night.
She was a broken song, not willing to find healing.

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                              Tattoos

Her skin painted with branches and flowers.
She bled sexual need and made honest men have secret wishes.
I called her my wild and free spirit.
Her eyes showed vigorous drive only on the dance stage.
Song and dance was her last pleasure.
She knew she controlled the desperate men with her every move.
I loved her tattoos. Each told a journey and took you to sacred place.
She loved me because I was wise. I knew.
The heart with broken strings and knowing too much deceit.
She must find herself. She copies my tattoo of heart and arrow.
She told me. We must bleed to live.


                       John Castellenas

Author's Note

New poetry. I hope you will like.

Reviews

[Jen Walters]

I love roaming free sometimes, its just so enrapturing to have and know no bounds or limits. Living off of the earth, which is what we need to go back to at times, I think. I love this poetry thank you so much for sharing all of this and have a great evening.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jen. I appreciate the comment.

[Tomoe Tellez]

I loved "Wander or slowly die",
"I didn't try to capture her. Just made her smile and laugh for a time." This is how every man should treat a woman instead of trying to dominate and order her all the time.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. A capture woman will find a freedom and seek freedom. Thank you Alondra for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Valentine]

Two well crafted pieces. You make me wonder just how many men have lived the kind of a life you did when you were young. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Valentine. Many did. The old timers in the Army. They saw war, beautiful places and woman. They taught me. Need to travel, love often and have fun. Death is always near.

[Valentine]

John, I pray all men do not think of these chance encounters with different women as love. Lust perhaps but not from the heart love. Kathie

[Coyote Poetry]

When war was near. Men do think different. Especially the old wars. Many never came home.

[Pryde Foltz]

She must find herself. She copies my tattoo of heart and arrow.
She told me. We must bleed to live.

Deep and sensual. Wonderful penning.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pryde. Dark taverns create good poetry.

[hanir]

I like it. You write creatively.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. You were my muse today. Your poetry is amazing.

[hanir]

Oh thank you! Its an honor! 😊

[Korin]

"We must bleed to live" Such a strong end to this piece you've composed. I've witnessed many cases where people strive to feel something physically because they've become so detached with there mental being. Physical stimulation is a reminder that were alive for sure.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes you are right and thank you for reading and the comment. Rarely can lust and love be in the same room.

[Korin]

Exactly ...... ! :)

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Both of these are quite beautiful, John! The introduction of her and the story of her. I see this as a book of love story :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I wrote one. Hidden somewhere in house. Thank you Lynn for reading and the comment.

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Beautiful!
Really liked the description of this wild spirit who brought everything to life..
The title of the first poem is so fitting, as its her song..
"She was a broken song, not willing to find healing."
And second one threw light on the lyrics of this song..
Enjoyed it!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jyoti for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

You are welcome! :)