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Petrichor (n.)

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
Image Source – That which flows in the veins of gods, stoney-faced, lightly scented, she whispered her dreams, onto the leaves, into the ground. You are THISCLOSE from…

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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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A old poem- Rear-end of a so-call love

Rear-end of a so-call love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than none.                                  Rear-end… Continue reading

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Love for Love

Originally posted on Fairly Unbalanced::
? I Love you. Not for any heroic accomplishments, Not because you’re the manliest of men, Not for the heavy lifting, nor any chore. ? I love you.…

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Poetry Sessions: Masterpiece

Originally posted on The Pillow Sessions:
What is a masterpiece but a personal opinion? A beautiful portrait to one is but a colorful concoction of eye sores to another. I think masterpieces are…

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The Transformation…

Originally posted on Eye Will Not Cry:
~ His words were always… Lost in translation… She would smile sweetly… But it was no consolation… She understood little… Much to his frustration… But when…

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Writing

Originally posted on All that is abstract and concrete:
She wrote of war Boxed in Within the four walls Of her book-filled room. She spoke of death Like she knew Something about it…

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I’m sorry

I’m sorry A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.   I’m sorry Promises made and promises broken. Left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where… Continue reading

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“Those lips, those eyes”

Those lips, those eyes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words (Thank you Tumblr) Those lips, those eyes Blushing beauty laughed at my words. I told her. Her eyes, her lips. Only wish… Continue reading

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Eight views of fall

Originally posted on Björn Rudbergs writings:
I. Gathering of clouds: dusk being the dark denominator of autumn equinox and sheets of rain. II. Not even the raven can cease to shiver underneath…

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