Category Archive: poetry

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I am a poet

Originally posted on Just a Girl Lost 2:
They say all poets at some point in time possess and express in overabundance one or two or three or four of the traits listed below:…

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Paris, London, Basel and Barcelona

Paris, London, Basel or  Barcelona…. We were wanderlust, whiskey kisses and sleeping till noon. We loved clotheless mornings and afternoon meals. We loved loud music and we loved the sea. I would tell… Continue reading →

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You are my music

You are my music….. We found love in the lost and found. You are the most beautiful gal in the world. I remember your smile, I remember your laughter. I painted your skin… 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 splendor… Continue reading →

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Turn, turn, turn…

Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading →

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2020

Originally posted on Love, Ashley.:
January? I am learning that new life Doesn’t change the past But it might just be able to heal it. Welcome to the world, little oneI hope you fall in love…

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Ride…..

Ride (I need a long highway with no-place to go.) Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life.… Continue reading →

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I need a Spring time kiss, A summer lover

I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. I wonder if love was ever real for me? I asked the rising moon, my… Continue reading →

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No war is ever really over – Poem by Dolly

Powerful words shared by a talented writer.

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Did we give enough? Did we bleed?

Did we give enough?/Did we bleed? The loco Monterey Poet shouted  to the sea. Did I give enough?/did we bleed? The prettiest girl in Monterey, she laughed at his words. She tossed off… Continue reading →

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