Monthly Archive: August, 2022

Evanescent : A poem

Originally posted on Love13Reading:
Stairs descend downClimbing can be toughEclipse from my soulA canvas blank and rough I hold my wounded heartIn hands made of goldI ask my mind not to startNightmares…

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A little crazy…

A little crazy…. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading →

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Please sing me a lullaby, my kind lady.

Please sing me a lullaby, my kind lady A Poem by Coyote Poetry  All of us need a lullaby in the midnight hours.                       … Continue reading →

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You are my love and I ‘m yours…

You are my love and I’m yours. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Best poetry are the words for love.                              You are my love and I’m yours… You are as beautiful as the sun… Continue reading →

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The trees..

the trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read.  Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never see… Continue reading →

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Bounded love. Till my last breath…

 Bounded love. Till my last breath… The moment I held you for the first time. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to my sad heart. Your laughter, your smile. My joy. Now… Continue reading →

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like the waves in your room, one moonlit night. in waves, rising…

Originally posted on Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm:
A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm like the waves in your room, one moonlit night. in…

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the quiet…

Originally posted on Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm:
project 88 by Đinh Trường Chinh A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm the quiet… in us…

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Some mini-poetry.. We are, what we become..

We are, what we became… 1- They tried to shame her, they could not. She saw in their dirty eyes, whiskey, sin and sadness. She knew she wanted and she took it. With… Continue reading →

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We laughed, we danced and we celebrate being alive…

We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  For sweet Brigitte. I was lucky to be saved by a kind heart.                        We laughed, we danced and we… Continue reading →

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