My siren

My siren

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.

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   My Siren

  The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the hot days of summer.
 
  The winter days bring back the memory of our closure of our time together back to my bleeding heart.
 
  I been treading in the corridor of agony and bounded to want the elixir of your sweet kiss.
 
  In hallucinated dreams caused by too much tequila. I'm at your balcony. You come to me in your cotton white nightgown and seduced my soul  and mind with  your beautiful blue eyes. You drop your nightgown and show me your perfect body and open your arms bringing  me into your warm bed.  You put me under your sweet spell.
 
  Tantalizing long and passionate kisses lead us to the hunger and  into  the bliss of love.
 
  The twilight bring lovers entrenched in the fortune of youth and the hunger to dance in the sweet rendezvous of lust and passion.
 
  My surreal dream fall apart when the night fade into daybreak.  The trance of the tequila wear down and the promise of a Siren who titillated my life fades away to keepsakes and sweet memories savor in the manifest dreams of a old man.
 
  I sit by the sea and wait for the sun to rise. I feel the cold of Pacific ocean at my feet.
 
  The corridors of doors left behind crumble with time.
 
  Age taught me to hold my lover tighter. To serenade my lover with sweet music of thankfulness. To smooth lovers with  words of love and passion.
 
  The beautiful woman we hold and sacrifice our soul for. Are the memories that will pacify our heart when the cold of winter comes.
                        Coyote
                     January 19, 1989

© 2011 Coyote Poetry


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Coyote Poetry
A old poem. I hope you enjoy. Any mistakes. Please assist. Never too old to learn.

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This was great. Honestly I'm not a big fan of the structure...or lack thereof though. Your request for corrections is necessary. There are mistakes:

"I been treading" should read "I HAVE been treading" or "I've been treading" (5)

This is the main error through out the poem, the inconsistency of your tenses. Some are past some are present. I think some work needs to be done on this. You are capable of better honestly. Although I did enjoy reading it and your language and imagery was good, there are some things that need to be fixed and reworked and I think you could do well with this if you edit it.

Oh and here's an idea that popped in my head, hoped you were gonna do this when i saw the first line but you didn't and I was like ":(" Contrast the longing for summer in winter, with a longing for winter in summer, which then leads you back to your memories. For instance "The cold winters days leave me longing for the warm embrace of the summer sun. The smothering embrace of the burning sun leaves me reminiscing on winter's delight. I fade through the memories of us together etc etc" Just an idea. Hope this helps!


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I love your use of language. You paint a very clear picture. Thank you for sharing.

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Deeply enjoyed. It has a variety of emotions like nostalgia and passion and more, so perfectly worded, and the descriptive nature of the poem adding to the effect. A wonderful read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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The world could use a lot more of this....only in a perfect world. Beautifully written. Great write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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You have a glorious relaxed way of weaving your true accounts of life in your poetry. It is stunning how much emotion you can pour into one page. One moment it sorrow then next it is filled with lover's passion that ignites the night. The is done with sweet respect and tender emotions. You have this unique way of writing that draws me in and keeps in reading til the end. It makes me feel as if I an walking through a memory in your mind shortly after you have lived it.

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