Wildest Dreams

Originally posted on Confessions of an Island Girl..:
What is knowing when not knowing? What is sensing, when not factual? What is feeling when it stands in the face of logic? Perhaps this…

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I need a long vacation-Ride

Ride A Poem by Coyote Poetry Lana Del Rey song and energy. Make me wish to break free and celebrate being alive. Ride True freedom my friend is dancing with the wind. Singing… Continue reading

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_Measure and weight

Measure and weight A Poem by Coyote Poetry What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love we embrace and the forgiveness we must understand and accept.                                    Measure… Continue reading

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“MARTIN LUTHER KING (Jr) DAY” IS TODAY

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Martin Luther King day is Monday

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading

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Wander With Me

Originally posted on Valentyne Dreams:
Wander with me where the murmuring tides soothe my inescapable longing for Your touch as I kiss You into ecstasy. Wander with me as I hold Your hand…

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-The sea

The sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best place to be. Near the sea with good friends, music and free time.                               The sea I told her. Become like the sea. Move with… Continue reading

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Just words

Two short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                          The night had fallen The sun splendor is not forgotten. Taverns are closed. The long day bring the quiet of the night.… Continue reading

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“AWAKENING SLEEP”

Originally posted on Ellie Belfiglio:
The urge of writing comes in my awakening sleep. So unexpectedly, wakes me up from awakening deep. I walk to another room to satisfy, My urge of writing…

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The Rain In Your Eyes

Originally posted on Petrichor:
The rain is e’er in your eyes, the wash of morning spray, bathing sunbeams of gold that pierce the ocean waves, and lend faint illumination to the crest of…

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