Going back

Originally posted on Artist Within Me:
(c) Vicente Romero Going back to boredom, routine, your absence. To life. Away from the escape I thought life was. Going back to the same place the…

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Love me…

Originally posted on Paragonwords:
Hold me within the silver Of your eyes Distract me From this insane Loneliness Love me Until time And space Exhale Our name© ©copyright 2017 @paragonwords If this image…

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No Fairytale Love

Originally posted on Midwest Fantasy Writes:
It wasn’t love of fairytales nor romance novels or even quiet candlelit nights This love was bold dangerous exciting full of dares sometimes orders and looking in…

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“Angela”

Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.             Angela Her beauty had became less  with time. The circle… Continue reading

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for my dad

Originally posted on lois e. linkens:
the harbour shivers in February’s frosted morning. pewter skies are washed in dirty watercolour. the watery slosh of the swell smacks against the bricks, tearing at the…

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“A solace and a blessing”

A solace and a blessing.   A Poem by Coyote Poetry A young man poem. When love was your only purpose. Best days of a life. A solace and a blessing. .    .The good… Continue reading

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Guitar

Originally posted on labyrinths and mirrors:
Fingers dance, like feathered angels upon the ghost of a tree; the warm spirit of wood. Taut nylon, vibrating dreams reverberate, elongate. A tender supple body, like…

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True Love

Originally posted on livingastanya:
To know true love What would you see Does that hope Look like me * Is it a feeling Person or place Or could it be that one perfect…

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“Fallen Angels”

Fallen angels     A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like.                                      Fallen angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old… Continue reading

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The ancient warrior”

Ancient warrior A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood cannot change. Sometime must go back to your place of birth to learn peace. Ancient warrior I drove to the forest. Away from the city.… Continue reading

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