Monthly Archive: December, 2019

My Wild Artist Brave

Amazing poetry by a talented writer.

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Cigarettes and sassy.

Cigarettes and sassy   You were the most beautiful, the most dangerous lady, I knew. You were my angry lady, sassy and always seeking new thrills. I loved your dark side and I… Continue reading

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Songs, words and Happy New Year

My grandfather told me often. “Never leave with anger and negative words to someone you love. Better to hold silence if you are angry and tell them. I love you and I need… Continue reading

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Hands of stone

Hands of stone A Poem by¬†Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for. We must make time for the family. Be kind… Continue reading

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A amazing poem.

Originally posted on Life is Poetry:
Oh, to be in Paris. To be a free spirit in an old, beautiful city, looking for answers as to what the human condition is and how…

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“Tell me, how you lived?”

Tell me, how you lived? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each… Continue reading

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Whirlwind

Originally posted on Erobern's Musings:
Lost in thoughts Lost for words Doesn’t matter which I am still lost . This whirlwind This tide These shadows Dwarf me . Those hurricanes Those typhoons…

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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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My sanctuary

Sanctuary ——————————————————————– I love you my pretty, I love you for a thousand reasons. You make me feel important and safe. In my confused and hard world, you listen to me in the… Continue reading

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Cross of the Counter-Swan

Originally posted on The Nocturnal Versifier:
https://pixabay.com/images/id-2603013/ Softly, you creep into my skin. The euphoria of an abandoned wish is the scent you torment me with as I look into your eyes and…

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