Monthly Archive: January, 2017

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

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Hello Death. This is my Poetry.

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…

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What Makes a Hero?

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…

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Oh Martin,

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.…

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Sunrise Along The Shore

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…

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Ode to a New Year

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…

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Reality’s Choices

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…

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“Needing and bleeding”

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

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Fur

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…

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Treasure

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…

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