Category Archive: poetry

REGRETFUL MEMORIES

Originally posted on INSPIRATIONAL POEMS:
Oh! I remember being a child, Purely gentle, tranquil and mild, Always generous and willing to share, Always selfless and willing to care. ‘Anxiety’, no, there wasn’t such…

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The wisp of the night

Wisp of the night A Poem by Coyote Poetry Used a paragraph by a Poet name Arsh. I hope you like. Wisp of the night What have we become? We have become stranger… Continue reading

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~PatieNcE~

Originally posted on LOVE QUIRKY:
Patience… In times of hardship When it’s difficult to understand? When it’s tearing your heart? Patience… In times of confusion? When waking up is such a burden And…

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My Broken Picasso

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
I remember you in pieces, my broken Picasso, slanted like the sun, that slips right past silk curtains. Do you remember – the drive back from Paris was quick…

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Metamorphoses

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
Our love is a tale as old as time, doomed by the gods, yet redeemed by chance – arrows dropped on the foot, ache more than the heart,…

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Secret love and hidden memory”

Secret love and hidden memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone today told me. Write a new poem. Here it is.                           Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today. Made… Continue reading

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The dance of the flowers.

A beautiful Spring day and the dance of the flowers. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                                 … Continue reading

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Seeing Peace

Originally posted on There's No War in World:
like pouring love over an open field   or making hot tea made of comfort   finding moss made of patience   an elixir…

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Are we crazy, the people of this world?

Are we crazy the people of this world? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A re-write Are we crazy the people of this world? (Old words with the same meaning. Korea, Syria and 132… Continue reading

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The tree by Lake St. Clair

The tree When I was in the Army.  I was always in the desert. 110 in the sun. No place to take cover or cool down. Us old soldiers would gather. Talk of… Continue reading

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