“I hope I make it till the Spring”

I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better… Continue reading

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“The letter”

(We learn too late. Love was near and we allowed it to slip thought our hands and life.) The letter A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words my friend. Can carry heavy burdens and… Continue reading

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John Lennon Quote

Originally posted on UNIVERSALISM:
A powerful and true quote. When we forget what is our joy and happiness. What have we become? Happiness, last utopia of a free man lost. UNIVERSALISM View original post

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Five Things Aspiring Writers May Think Are True, But Aren’t

Originally posted on The Literary Game:
It’s a huge high when you first decide to take the plunge and devote yourself to writing…but like all highs, eventually you will come down. Sadly, it’s…

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Silence, tears and rain

Originally posted on Poetic musings:
Sometimes silence is so loud and strange And can be heard across a thousand miles May be rain can hide those tears for a while Which keep flowing…

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Happy National Poetry Day

Originally posted on actingmylife:
Today is National Poetry Day and to mark this occasion, I wrote another poem. XD Poetry speaks from the heart; It picks me up when I’m down, When I…

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Happy World Poetry Day “Utopia of the pen and the paper”

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… Continue reading

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Happy World Poetry Day “The stranger and the Poet song”

The stranger and the Poet song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reasons to write this morning.                                     The stranger song Houses built on sand will sink. Love built… Continue reading

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Waiting

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by Steve Hanks Two years ago, I was pregnant. I have to say That I was afraid. I’d waited it my whole life. My daughter gave birth…

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A melody

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Art by iFrostyIce A nightingale sings The pure love of two women, A sweet melody. The notes waltz in the sky, The moon and the stars dance too.

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