Monthly Archive: July, 2018

‘With you’

With you I saw the four corners of the world seeking perfect place. I wanted to observe the rare views of a lucky life, I stood in the clouds upon the giant mountains,… Continue reading

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Ruins

Originally posted on Megha's World:
First published in The Quiet Letter, July 2018 “Mankind’s lessons are written in the ruins of his civilization.” ― Anthony T. Hincks Days rolled into nights and…

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‘Miss nothing, miss everything’

Miss nothing, miss everything.   We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable.We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain and… Continue reading

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‘The fierce desire’

The fierce desire   Old man sat by the sea with the young pretty Poet. She asked him. “What do we cherish? What will we remember?” Will we remember joy or love or… Continue reading

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‘Resembled love’

Resembled love   Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink. I was weary of a beautiful woman who tempted me and ran.   She listened to… Continue reading

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‘Last person standing’

(Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend.)   Last person standing   I had a bad dream. A… Continue reading

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Play me

You I lived and died in your love. You were my sweetest nights and loneliness days. I would do it again, even knowing the ending. ——————————————————– Play me Your hands upon my wanting… Continue reading

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The bluffs

Originally posted on Siren Whispers:
I run along the bluffs laughing, looking back at you. The wind rushes through my hair and tugs at my clothes. Your look is determined as you close…

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Lego heart..

Originally posted on lamarrwenrich:
The heart breaks just a little.. the love runs deeper still certain this chasm cannot be real.. I think I love you better now than all the years before..…

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I have no regret

I have no regrets   “A Poem by Coyote Poetry Bad days become less painful with time and distance.” No regret I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, year 2000. I liked to… Continue reading

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