Just talk to me..

Some little poetry.

1- Just talk to me..

Afternoon quiet and midnight silence, we became.

Once lovers, once friends became strangers.

I don't know who is wrong, I don't know who is right?

I told the lonely moon, I told my one am whiskey.

When love died, love died quick and deadly.

2- The echoes..

The echoes of today, the echoes of yesterday.

Maybe just whispers to us.

To remind us, we decide tomorrow.

3-  The food for love..

The food for love is hello kisses, goodnight kisses.

The gift of morning  coffee conversations and

escaping to your favorite places.

4- Patience..

She told me, patience, we need, patience we want.

We must pay attention to our voices,

listen well and seek level ground in thoughts and in dreams.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Sharrumkin]

Love dies in silence. Sounds of yesterday become the echoes of tomorrow.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Sharrumkin. When love is dead. Can't be saved. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[zainul]

Lovely thought provoking poem.
Thank you dear friend for enlightening me.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Rifatt Mir]

“ The echoes of today, the echoes of yesterday.
Maybe just whispers to us.
To remind us, we decide tomorrow”

These are the star lines of this poem. We need to learn from experiences, talk about it and not repeat the game of seesaw

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Rifatt for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[John the Baptist]

The echoes of today and yesterday whisper to us to remind us we decide tomorrow. This line stood out for me because of its truth. I have often wondered why some people make the same mistakes repeatedly. They just don't listen to those echoes.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. If we forget the mistakes of yesterday. They can be repeated. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Ken Simm.]

I am there in this. " My one a.m. whiskey" That stirs memories. Wondeful syrup dark piece here John.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ken for reading and the comment. The best time write and a whiskey. 1 am.