Daily Archive: April 17, 2022

NaPoWriMo Day 17: Headlines, Through a Glass Darkly

Originally posted on Inkstained Poetry :
Five Short Poems with Titles taken from Weird Headlines Why you can’t go see the Charter of Rights and Freedoms — in a museum or anywhere else Gender…

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You are in Paris and I’m here…

You are in Paris and I’m here.. I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my thoughts. I read your words and I wished I was someone else. I wish I… Continue reading

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Break me and make me feel alive…

Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful.                        Break me and make… Continue reading

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The stillness of the midnight hours…

The stillness of the midnight hours A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Great thoughts come to us in the midnight hour. Wishes for a sweet hello or some knowledge of the kind people in our… Continue reading

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Wildflowers dreams…

Wildflowers dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old friends face had come to me lately. His baby girl is getting marry. It is sad poem. War take the best from us.                        Wildflowers dreams… Continue reading

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Iodine…

 Iodine…. For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love is fair. In the end. Winners and losers… Continue reading

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Now nothing remains the same…

Now nothing remains the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The highway is always changing. We will never know the same place twice. We will become just strangers.                               Now nothing remains the same…… Continue reading

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Parable of Celia.

Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Love be sweet, love be wild and love be kind. Utopia.)                            Parable of Celia… She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and… Continue reading

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Bitter Branches…

 Bitter branches.. Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches  and remember skeletons and blunders. The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the… Continue reading

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