Monthly Archive: October, 2016

Etchings

Originally posted on DoodleScribbles:
Etchings a beast awakes in her sleep recounting all of her defeat etched on her skin are downfalls broken hearts and failures but day breaks with renewed faith trampling…

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“California poetry”

California poetry A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I… Continue reading

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What I hate…

Originally posted on worldsbeautyweb.wordpress.com:
Previously I’ve made a post in which I named the things that make me happy. But there are also the ones that I hate. If I could…

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Wishingwells and Happy Endings

Originally posted on I am Lovely and Lonely and I Belong Deeply To Myself :
I want to write happy things But the heartache flows So much easier Than smiling words ever could Dark…

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Brindle and Butterscotch

Originally posted on eclecticismgunfight:
Like a warped signal, a fading blue light, a knife fight you never got to finish, a breed of dog no one has seen; I collapse like a lung,…

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Lay lady lay

Lay lady lay A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words     Lay Lady lay I remember you. Your eyes of hazel green and the softness of your voice made me stop and… Continue reading

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The lullaby

The lullaby   The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea. A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring day. “Come live with me and be my… Continue reading

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“A Scent Of Moon”

Originally posted on Signs Sighs Sights:
“A Scent Of Moon”, 2015-2016, Yuriy Ku Drop “…her love was a background silence with a scent of moon he loved…” 13signs

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The Days Come Forward

Originally posted on Everything I Never Told You:
Remember when we thought we ruled the day? The sun looked upon us with untold knowledge. That was the year, we discovered Tennyson. We thought…

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“The lost and found”

The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love is misplaced. hard to find again.                      The lost and found I loved the Monterey  nights.  I would walk from Fort Ord,… Continue reading

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