Monthly Archive: May, 2020

Poem – “Move with Me” – Romance – 5/14/2020

Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
We are sailing To the winds at our backs, To the freedom that says, “Do not turn back, For there is nothing you lack.” As the clouds part,…

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A Spring flower…

A Spring flower Was a Spring flower, so tall and so beautiful.   Was a Spring flower, that reached for the sky. The sky and the sun adored her.   She would dance… Continue reading

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Dear Belinda

 Dear Belinda ( a old poem. Written in August of 1990) I learned life wasn’t fair, you can’t get what you want and love isn’t enough sometimes. I remember a beauty, prettiest girl… Continue reading

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I want to dance with you…

I want to dance with you         The night is long and the songs are good. You are looking so beautiful and your eyes are demanding my attention. I whispered… Continue reading

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Am I A Feminist?

Originally posted on Poetry Out West:
1. Am I a feminist? I make the fantasy real for him, giving up parts of myself – My look My mind My body My heart. Pieces…

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Carved memories…

Carved memories       I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You  were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you… Continue reading

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Lift your eyes…

Lift your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.                          … Continue reading

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The songs of the seasons…

The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.                                The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the… Continue reading

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First love- First poem published somewhere?

First love- A rewrite A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. 42 year old poem. Written in 1978 in Germany. First love       Once, in a sweet memory. A sweet and beautiful… Continue reading

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Only you

Only you (Written in December of 1990. Young and hopeful man poetry. Good to be young.) I feel you coming near, I feel the heat of passion awakening in my sleeping mind and… Continue reading

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