Tell Me

Originally posted on Everything I Never Told You:
Tell me how you suffer in notes both high and low. Tell me why everything is rarely enough in a world that is collapsing. The…

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For the sea-The Coastline

The Coastline A Poem by Coyote Poetry In 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean. The Coastline I fell in love with her… Continue reading

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Dancing Dirty To Morning Light

Originally posted on Creative Writing Of A Baltimorean:
Standing in the window she gazes at the morning light reflecting off skyscrapers hair in a bun, top undone she awaits her newest client unsuspecting…

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Undress

Originally posted on Midwest Fantasy Writes:
? Undress these minutes holding me captive to my thoughts peel away unneeded layers binding my mind choking me leaving me unable to breathe emotionally immobile wrapped too…

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Harvey and a Poem.

Bitter branches A Poem by Coyote Poetry J.B Harvey. Her poetic words made me want to write tonight. Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will… Continue reading

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“Dreaming of Scotland”

Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget.                        Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Continue reading

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“Hands of stone”

Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for                                   Hands of stone Life is hard and… Continue reading

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Finally

Originally posted on arwenaragornstar:
The echo Has finally Mercifully Died After repeating Your name In vain Too many times

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One more time

One more time Should I stay or should I go? Should we create a fire, we cannot put out. I whispered sweet baby, just one more time. Just one more kiss and just… Continue reading

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Wrath

Originally posted on KOB_Masterpiece:
Has history taught us nothing? Has the past not shaped our troubled future? Has hate not divided us enough? Why must we all be in the same mould?…

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