Utopia of the pen and the paper”
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
Please read the amazing words of a talented writer. HEALTH | INSPIRATION Like a dove in the cleft of rocks tranquilly enveloped suffocated with a slumber assuaged by silence beneath the breath of… Continue reading
I didn’t know A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Enjoy. I didn’t know My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today… Continue reading
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Originally posted on Colleen Kelbert :
God bless the poet and the poetess. Even though their hearts do strain. Even as they embrace a-others pain. This declaration is for us to know. God bless…
Originally posted on After the Sunset Poetry:
“When the heart is supple, it can be “broken open” into a greater capacity to hold our own and the world’s pain: it happens every day.…
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
Originally posted on Sick and Sick of It:
Fireflies, fairy dust, flowing sparks and floating stars, flickering in the air, falling light moats around us when we’re together. We curled closer. Peachy lights casting enchanted…
My Grandfather house A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a… Continue reading