Category Archive: poetry

HeLp Me

Originally posted on brownkiesha:
in my own body i am a hostage forever? will i ever be free? “never” i have lost all of my control? there is a girl inside of me…

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Beautiful Marcella sat by the sea

Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.                         Beautiful Marcella sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of the… Continue reading

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A million stars to see my lover…

A million stars to see my lover A Poem by Coyote PoetryAll of us begin strangers. A wise man had many friends and family by his side. (Live fast. Died young. Be wild. Have… Continue reading

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Rear-end of a so-call love…

Rear-end of a so-call love. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime little is better than none.  Rear-end of a so-call love…. She poured the tequila andshe told me I’m the only one. I whispered..To the… Continue reading

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | you enjoy watching me (44a)

Please read the amazing poetry.

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Please show me your real face…

 Please show me who you are… (September poetry number five) I told you. I am the fortunate one. You allowed me to see you happy, see you sad. I know woman are filled… Continue reading

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Gelosia (Ita – Fr – Eng – Esp)

Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Foto di Henri Cartier-Bresson Ormai conoscete a chi appartengono le 4 mani, le 2 anime e i 2 corpi, ma qui c’è soprattutto il fiato di Catherine Sono geloso…

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Steal a memory, borrow a memory..

Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading

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My lady…

My lady… My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes. I wish… Continue reading

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I remember you….

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember you…                The summer days were long.The… Continue reading

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