Category Archive: poetry

The raw taste of strawberry

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer. Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog – Isis Tratum The raw taste of strawberry 7 April 2017 Courtesy Erik Brede on fineartamerica.org Splashing light Into dark… Continue reading →

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Wildflower

 Wildflower     A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and song.   Wildflower   Wildflower   My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming… Continue reading →

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Butterfly Kisses and Dandelion Wishes

Originally posted on Peregrinating The Isle Of Life:
Alone, she sits on the meadows green Caressed gently by the gypsy wind With her nimble fingers she picks up: Strings of dreams–from the lofty…

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Michigan poetry-T.L.C

Tender loving care     A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.                                      Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap… Continue reading →

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A Letter to Syria 🇸🇾 

Originally posted on A Thousand Years of Learning:
Dear Syria, I’m sorry we have forgotten you. I’m sorry the world has lost its sympathy, compassion and care. Probably, constant news and photos of…

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“Mystical places”

Mystical places   A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.                                Mystical… Continue reading →

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“A wild bird”

A wild bird   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people need freedom. To lock them up. They will fade away and die.               —— A wild… Continue reading →

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Silence

Originally posted on Poems in a Coffer:
How naive I was to not know that every silence could convey a distinct meaning until I met you and fathomed the many implicit connotations of…

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“I didn’t know”

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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Overflow.

Originally posted on O.D.:
This medium does little To hide what I think or feel Poetry, the moon The sun, my burning heart The high-tide giver, once in a while Tries to…

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