Cowritten Poems - Poems about Cowritten

...In the last hours of a sunset rendezvous By the sacred ponds of mabweadziva… Sunset peaks out after rain Wonders around, the pond reflects of colors bursting forth anew to fight the fading sp......Read the rest...

...This Troubled Realm-CoWritten with Frederic Parker When the depth of our soul embraces kindness and is tethered to wisdom, this truth we learn... only our hearts can free our own blindness for ......Read the rest...

...Sexy me up Saturday night Arm candy tasting right High heeled, open toe, Long legs, Oh Ohh. Red carpet, stars burst Tonight's about coming first. Glitter rains like star dust Lace up with li......Read the rest...

...pouring sexy velvet origins ignoring delicacies begging please forming mold and fashion flesh driven sins storing homemade ***** potion remedies preparing visual nude food female medicines ......Read the rest...

...Cats on roof in snow Sentinels watching looking Without open eyes The jet flies, the governor's course set to adultery. Cat slips on frozen Snow, claw......Read the rest...

...To all my Poetic Family, I would like to start a new word game It's very easy You pick a word Define it and sign your name ( see examples below ) I will then with each author's permission compile a......Read the rest...

...Wind: My head to my pillow, it sings me my song, Rain: With dreams that you and I, together aren’t wrong, Wind: Your imaginary voice, I touch your pure skin, Rain: Though dreams are the only......Read the rest...

...Wind: My head to my pillow, it sings me my song, Rain: With dreams that you and I, together aren’t wrong, Wind: Your imaginary voice, I touch your pure skin, Rain: Though dreams are the only......Read the rest...

...Note: The following dialogue is between the voice of Mother Nature and the voice of man. It is dedicated to the countless victims of the earthquake-induced tsunami in Samoa. My Rin......Read the rest...

...Dear Carolyn: Another letter from another tour In this place in the sand they call Helmand This will be my last, for you can be sure To never look back on these Afghan lands Dear Ja......Read the rest...

...You were but three inches tall that day When I heard you cry and ran outside To stand between you, my beloved owl And a swooping hawk, wings three-feet wide Little me, new born owl o......Read the rest...

...My Carolyn and I, on Plymouth Hoe we stand To leave this shire of Devon, to far distant lands Our desire to leave, and this change in our lives There's a future out there, for me and my new wife ......Read the rest...