Daily Archive: September 9, 2016

A price paid 

Originally posted on Wordplay:
Nights, when my cigarettes burnt.? Nights, with my moon in grief. Nights, when my sheets went cold.? Nights, with my pillows lost.? Nights, when my poems bleed.? Nights, where…

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Photos and short poetry about war

Short poetry about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war and violence.                              What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us. Who remember the… Continue reading

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“I’m no-one and you are everything”

I’m no-one and you are everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                                I’m no-one and you are everything I bleed everyday for people who have no concern for me. I work… Continue reading

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“THE ALIEN”

Please read and enjoy the work of a amazing writer.

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