Monthly Archive: February, 2016

Art is Emotion

Originally posted on arwenaragornstar:
I am: The lips of lascivious lovers in deserted lanes The tip of the tongue searching, craving a taste Whispered secrets, quickened breaths, scratch marks from purple fingernails tangled…

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_Wildflower dreams

Wildflower dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be among the wildflowers. Free from life problems and trying to find the freedom we once held precious.                                     Wildflowers dreams. She was pretty… Continue reading

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_Fable love

Fable love I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading

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For the coming of Spring- Unforgettable

Unforgettable A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful artwork create amazing words. Thank you Tumblr.    yourtalana: William Oxer Unforgettable I found you waiting. Holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility.… Continue reading

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A message to humanity.

Originally posted on Too much Too soon:
It is time to stop dreaming.. The days have become fleeting, our behavior cyclical. Every day we live the same story, the same routine, we look…

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Germany poetry-Song of the dead and

Song of the dead and the song of the living.   A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places                                       Song of the dead and the song of the living.… Continue reading

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_Contained love

Contained love A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we forget the people we held precious. We can lose them forever.     Contained love She had a heart of gold once. She held patience… Continue reading

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The color of love

The color of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The color of love Dear lover. You made me come alive. The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in… Continue reading

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His Perishing Flesh

Originally posted on Stellular Scribe:
“You found me.” by MalinMellryd What withered thumb marks the ash on my temple, streaking the remains  of his perishing flesh? I cannot call his name — indeed, it would steal…

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-Beautiful journey

Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person ensure they take the good road.                     Beautiful journey. A thousand roads to choose. We can ride into darkness without fear of the… Continue reading

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