R.I.P. Kayla Jean Mueller
Originally posted on Nice Deb:
It’s not yet known when or how but government officials have confirmed the death of Kayla Jean Mueller, a US aid worker from Prescott, Arizona who had been held captive…
Category Archive: poetry
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Heroes: Bob Dylan
A talented your writer and musician. She can sing and write. Please read, listen and enjoy.
Break these bounds
Positive and amazing words from a outstanding writer. Please read and enjoy.
(Need a poem for love on this cold day) Deeper and deeper we shall fall
Deeper and deeper we shall fall A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real proof of love. Holding on tighter in the bad days and celebrating the good days together Deeper and deeper we… Continue reading
Those eyes, those lips.
coyotepoetrebloggeddeliciousinterludes(Thank you Tumblr and deliciousinterlude) Those eyes, those lips Dear muse drove me to madness.. Her gentle whispers of sweet words of her poetry led me to wishes for things I cannot… Continue reading
“No cure for love”
No cure for love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime looking back. The bad days don’t seem so bad. No cure for Love. In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment. I tried… Continue reading
Woman
Originally posted on SophieToTheWorld:
I am what I am. A female of otherworldly porportions. A living example of a temple built on a foundation created by women. I have a woman’s body. With…
Why I Give
Originally posted on Source of Inspiration:
I give for what I give is not my own. I give for I know there is more always what I need with extra to share. My…
My beautiful journey
ninjakelleySource:(Thank you Tumblr) The beautiful journey You have became my journey. I trace your skin from tender feet to perfect face. Trying to discover new places to caress and know. You show… Continue reading
Love real or not? Maybe just stories of the “Fable myth of love”
Fable love I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming… Continue reading