Painted memories
Painted memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Painted memories My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. I have so many canvases of us. You and I. Mirror reflections finding proper place. I… Continue reading
Painted memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Painted memories My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. I have so many canvases of us. You and I. Mirror reflections finding proper place. I… Continue reading
Originally posted on Story Of The Footloose:
I listen closely to the evening and search for the feeling in her heart. She looks back into my eyes and tries to do likewise. “It…
Originally posted on Author Adrienne Morris:
Our jaded historical minds race over the word abolitionist. George Leonard White could have stayed at his consumptive father’s blacksmith shop in New York State but left…
Originally posted on Kickin' It With Karima:
The price of peace cannot be paid for in blood. You cannot exchange it for something a little bit easier, Bullets cannot pay for olive branches.…
Originally posted on aromaticcoffees:
Athwart the harbor lingers yet The ashen gleam of breaking day, And where the guardian cliffs are set The noiseless shadows steal away; But all the winnowed eastern sky…
Originally posted on ladyphoenix2016:
Once upon a time I held on to my past Now, I let the pain, and the bad go And keep the lessons and the good with me In…
Originally posted on Southern By Design:
A hope, a wish, a dream But what is the reality? To feel, to live, to beam When will this be me? Someday is just so far…
Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind. Needing and bleeding I have lived and died in your arms. You… Continue reading
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
If we are honest few things are honest anymore everything is manipulated or viewed through a lens where is truth? truth isn’t what most people want not really if…
Originally posted on joannebest:
perceptible only to me, a breath released from a distant dream rouses my body, that hint of musk, detectable from all others, travels through the frigid, penetrates my ice and i…