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Please read and listen to the amazing writer. HEALTH | INSPIRATION His heart unveiled before me,descended from fields above,let him free me with eternal songsand constrain me with his love. Lilacs amidst the autumn… Continue reading
Please read and listen to the amazing writer. HEALTH | INSPIRATION His heart unveiled before me,descended from fields above,let him free me with eternal songsand constrain me with his love. Lilacs amidst the autumn… Continue reading
The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reason to be alive. The gray whale (For leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of… Continue reading
Originally posted on The wanderess:
Write me a poem About how my attenuated body is carried by the ocean’s tide About how my misery makes me feel Like I’m drowning. ? Write me a poem…
Love demand payment. Young soldiers with old eyes sat alone by the New Jersey Atlantic sea. Writing words upon old journal for few to see. He wrote words with many meanings. Reap what… Continue reading
Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective:
? i. An old lonesome mirror stands there, in the middle of an abandoned room; existing in a domain where the silence…
Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
I have been thinking about the many way poets express love through words, how often we give our words to others like gifts and how rarely people…
Originally posted on Grim's Crypt:
There are times where I find myself gazing into your sanctuary. Deeper my fondness grows knowing that all your creations are your gifts to me. The passion…
Originally posted on Wings Of Poetry:
Filter#Daily Prompt#Attempt 68 While filtering my cup of tea I tried to Filter My memories In an imaginary sieve With astonishment I realized There is no filter…
Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (Men have done terrible things to each other. We cannot forget the past. Maybe if we remember the past. We can be kinder today?) (“For the dead… Continue reading
Originally posted on Ellie belfiglio:
… It’s my eyes, liquid pools of moonlight. It’s my lips, dew kissed and soft. It’s my smile, warming you with sun rays. It’s my voice, mesmerizing music…