Monthly Archive: February, 2018

If Only She Does!!

Originally posted on and the words that echo..:
In the wilderness of my thoughts A void stretches across Every inch of my flesh Every drop of my blood Every vein that takes my…

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Love letter–part two

Love letters –part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry                                                  … Continue reading

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‘Did I ever love you?’

Did I ever love you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry New poetry            Did I ever love you? Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners… Continue reading

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‘The wild roses’

The wild roses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                           The wild roses The old drunk Poet told me. Johnnie, wild roses are supported to be free and wild. Things, that are too… Continue reading

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Once more

Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
You do not acknowledge The serpent around your neck Nor Pay heed to that crushing feeling in your chest Instead you imagine You are a bird Your eyes are…

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‘Ancient floors’

                Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.… Continue reading

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Sympathy For The Refugees.

Originally posted on The Search For Nothing:
By A.H. Diab Strangers as refugees Strangers in our home It’s some kind of curse, or a syndrome. We try to do good We try to…

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Love letters never send

Love letters never send A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words   Love letters never send Old  man wrote a letter. He wrote “My dear love.” What we don’t do. These are the … Continue reading

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‘Fairytale ending’

Fairytale ending A Poem by Coyote Poetry {Sometime life is fair. We can have a fairytale ending when all things fall into place properly.} Fairytale ending Love letters are sent. New hope is… Continue reading

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‘True love gives all’

  True love gives all.     (A old memory) Sixty five years together. He still stood by my grandmother with his hand in hers. He shopped daily at the Farmer Jacks and bought her… Continue reading

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