Dead flowers

Just words

                            


                        Dead flowers

(Some short poetry)

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                             Please don't talk no-more

Pretty lady crying and she whispered to her banished lover.
Please speak no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless.
Your face from angel to the devil shadow.
I won't believe your promises and everything we were are just the dead flowers laying in the corner.
Dead flowers waiting to be tossed away like your memory of us will be.

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                              Dead flowers

Pretty Samantha told me. "Johnnie, you have broke me often. You demanded the long night of the  midnight dance. You rode me and stole everything I had. Made me know sweat and tears. We were the whiskey straight and lovers who beguile flesh and need without regret. Now all I have is old wine and the dead flowers. The wine had turn bitter and we have become  ugly with false need and hope. Should we stay or should we run from each other? Johnnie, dressed slowly and he walked to his dear Samantha and he told her. Night whispers can become meaningless and false love will fade like the flowers.  Become dead flowers neglect and tossed away. Some of us know only treason in the emotions of love. Just take and take till one day. We become like the dead flowers. Forgotten and gone.
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                                 Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Vria P Crow]

Simplicity of your words rings of truth that is polished by Romanticism. I admire this style immensely. There is a pattern of intimate encounters of women involving Angela, Samantha, and so on. It makes one wonder if they are aliases of the same person or simply past relationships. The protagonist seems to use prose as narrative confessions; it exposes their faults in relationships and as a person in general. I think it is fair to say that we have all abused our partners with and without intention.

Thank you always for sharing!

yours truly,
ria

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Ria. All of us abuse and we are abused. In the end if we are lucky. We learn to be kinder.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

When love grows cold it is dust in the wind. " old wine and the dead flowers" - unforgettable imagery. Such original style, rhythm and flow. The void that passion leaves when it's gone....Described Masterfully!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Annette for reading and the comment. I agree with your words and thoughts.

[Ayushi Jha]

A very strong poem. You are left with a sinking feeling towards the end . Applaudable. The style of this poem is intriguing in itself, very unique. Will read more :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ayashi. I appreciate the comment.

[Sinbulvinter]

Beautiful words, and so expressive.
I feels like a story of love that is quickly fading when the lovers begin changing, and in stead of sticking tgether they pull further apart.
It's beautiful, tragic, and thoughtful.
I love this

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Sinbulvinter]

No problem

[Cryingkate]

Hello,

I was reviewing this the other night and then played the video and I got lost and didn't come back. I loved the music. I never heard of her before.
I let the u tube keep going and went to sleep about 2 hrs later.
Another great write of yours. Wow your writing style has become rock solid. You have definitely carved your way through. Nicely done.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. I love this singer. She can sing "war pigs" with skill. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

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Sadness and bitter words. Flowing thought what became reall poetry. very nice.

[Coyote Poetry]

Real life create poetry. Sad part, the bad days make us write than the good. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Island Hippy]

Aloha coyote, When a lover breaches these things there is nothing left to repair, everything becomes ashes. Mahalo for your words. Izzy

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Love shall find dead-end. Can't be saved. Thank you dear Poet for reading my poetry.

[Island Hippy]

You're welcome

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Just like being shattered to
pieces by words we can't stand
the sight of being around this
lover I know that aching hurt
Very well.

I loved reading this I'm always
reading a story and you always
Inspire me.


Real love is red fresh
roses but fake love when
learn they don't love
you even when they
say I love you or they're
not cheating on you it's
like it's not real and
they're wilting and dying
inside like dead flowers
I know this feeling well.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Benita. I appreciate the comment.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're welcome 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when our lovers commit treason---we never trust them again---and everything we had built together explodes into tiny little pieces of dust...no chance of putting it back together.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob. I appreciate the comment my friend.