Category Archive: poetry

Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 25/37

Powerful poetry shared. Worthwhile and meaningful series of poetry.

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Wild child- Alexia Evellyn song.

Wild child The poet loved the careless girl, he loved the girl who loved the sweet wines and she could make him smile with her dance, her beautiful voice and her eyes of… Continue reading

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Beautiful songs for the spirit- Alexia.

Alexia Evellyn. So young, so wise, so beautiful and so wonderful. Her songs can awake the sleeping soul.

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Without An Anchor At Sea

Beautiful and wonderful thoughts shared. Rum and Robots Foto deJohannes PlenioenPexels – Poetry by Joni Caggiano (16 second read) tethered to you, my darling, like a fragile marionettesilk strings made from worms gathering… Continue reading

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I saw the sun in your eyes…

 I saw the sun in your eyes… You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading

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Nell’oceano d’amore – In the ocean of Love

Originally posted on Tavolozza di vita:
Nell’oceano d’Amore Consapevole il passo di chi sa cercare vede il colore delle cose oltre tutte le forme le accarezza e ne assapora il senso: tutto è…

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Swirl me one more time…

Swirl me in your mind… I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in… Continue reading

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Stripped to the bone…

Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading

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Almost love in California…

 Almost love in California——– I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be… Continue reading

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We become, who we suppose to be.

We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter three.                   We become, who we suppose to be.. I was station at Fort Ord,… Continue reading

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