Forget me not

Three short poems.

                        

              Forget me not


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She told me, flattery will get you everything.
Please make me feel loved and wonderful.
I need someone, to be their, everything.
Even if just sweet lies dear Poet.

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I remember the long Summer days and us stealing kisses and dancing near the lake.
You were my elixir of the sweet new Germany September wine.
Your kind words of love torn away years of misery and regret.
You told me often. Lover's love and they demand more in the midnight hour.

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  Forget me not my love , she whispered.
The canvas of life is for us to create.
We can paint with a gentle touch or conspire to leave broken pieces of art,
where love can be dead and bury.
Blood art leave final resting place or love descended to glorious places.
Leave memories of sweet kisses and many dances for the moon and the sun.
Never to be forgotten.

                       John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words

Reviews

[mou]

true love is hard to find and hardest to forget ever..in life, we fall apart but those beautiful memories that remain in our heart forever..beautiful emotion and sentiments have shared here..specially love the line --'Forget me not my love , she whispered. '

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you mou. You are right. True love is rarely touched in a lifetime.

[mou]

you are welcome my friend

[Rimmee]

Your words have power dear Coyote. They really brew up feelings from within. Nice piece of writing.

Regards,
Rimmee

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Rimmee. I appreciate the comment.

[Rimmee]

You are most welcome friend :)

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

memories are both a blessing and a curse: they preserve meaningful moments, but also evoke sadness, since memories can never be replicated

once again, another lovely and nostalgic write

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I greatly appreciate.

[Terry O'Leary]

Love captured in words... fantastic!!
Terry

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Terry. I appreciate the comment.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Nice pairing of your work with music!
Love the middle section of this one.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Josie. Good song is my muse.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... there is an awakening in your poetry.... that sings to a broken heart and mends the edges of romance.
truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pat. I'm attempting short poetry. I appreciate your comment.

[Beautiful Intentions]

"Lover's love and they demand more in the midnight hour..." These words had simply spoke to me, Coyote. This entire piece is magnificent especially as it approached its bittersweet close with your, "Leave memories of sweet kisses and many dances for the moon and sun. Never to be forgotten". Indeed, forget me not... All the memories which will never fade when left upon our thoughts by the gentlest brush of fingertips. However fleeting the touch may be... Forget me not. Sigh... Just beautiful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Poet. I appreciate the kind words.

[FreedomFighter]

Love is very powerful and youve captured that here, well done

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. I appreciate the comment.

[Lovecraft]

Words of inspiration regarding true love in all its glory. The third poem in particular is great.

"Never to be forgotten" What a beautiful line.

There are just a few grammar errors in these poems but they're no big deal.

Very nice, Trickster. ;)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Lovecraft]

Of course, dude.

You do know why I call you The Trickster, right? ;)

[Coyote Poetry]

The coyote is the trickster in Native American myth.

[Lovecraft]

Correct! Lol, hope you don't mind me calling you that. I just think it's rather appropriate. ;)

[Ana Papaya]

I can very much relate to that first one. The need to be loved, so much so that you're willing to overlook that it may not be real.

[Coyote Poetry]

Most of us accept less to feel wanted. Thank you Ana for reading and the comment.

[Ana Papaya]

So true, it's sad but I guess there are worse things in life. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Dying alone is one.