Daily Archive: November 8, 2017

“Better days”

Better days A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words    Better days You were so pretty and I was so young. We had wine and the good song humming to us from the… Continue reading

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Tears In Their Eyes

Originally posted on Beckie's Mental Mess:
They are most hollow, these eyes we see. A sadness looms that need not be. Depression is running deep, as our nation weeps. A need a…

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A plant poem!

Originally posted on aurorasandmoonsong:
​Gift me a seed from the mountains on this birthday, Let me learn about love a little more, A little more subtle, a little more precious, Thyme and rosemary,…

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WINTER WOES ~by Jyotirmaya Thakur

Originally posted on OUR POETRY CORNER:
? ? WINTER WOES When you are faraway on winter days, Your memories haunt me in endless ways. Early morning I see your face in falling dews,…

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Blue, Grey, Red

Originally posted on Susie G Scott:
Blue A clear and cloudless day, a picnic in a luxurious meadow of bright flowers. A tea-dress, a wicker basket, finger sandwiches, love. ? ? Grey The…

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“Russian roulette”

Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day.                                   Russian roulette Beautiful young woman dances… Continue reading

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“Two out of three ain’t bad”

Two out of three ain’t bad A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Two out of three ain’t bad I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes… Continue reading

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