Yesterday…

 Yesterday… I am in the Fall of a life. Death whispered in my ears now. Old heart and my tire soul seem to need and want less. Maybe I have given-in, given-up. Once… Continue reading

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I am no-one and you are everything…

I’m no-one and you are everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words                                I’m no-one and you are everything…. I bleed everyday for people who have no concern for me. I work and and… Continue reading

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Untitled

Originally posted on Kim V. Poetry:
I create worlds, From my pain. Honeyed words, From my passion. Dark thoughts, To erase my demons. I write poetry, To find what I lost.

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Sunday

Originally posted on Kim V. Poetry:
My every fantasy, made real, by your fingertips. Warmth radiating from my core. The flames are too hot, But the pain of it is too cold. Is…

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Two out of three, ain’t bad…

Two out of three ain’t bad…. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave him… Continue reading

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empty pages.

Originally posted on nickreeves:
I woke up and the room was dark. The room was dark and peaceful. I had been dreaming about someone from the past – a friend I hadn’t seen…

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Perfect moments

Amazing words and thought shared.

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Run with the wind and dance with the sea

Run with the wind. Dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose.                      Run with the wind. Dance with the sea. One year… Continue reading

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The sweet red wine

The sweet red wine It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of  the city of Boeblingen surrounded… Continue reading

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Killed and killed…

Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote PoetryA true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. My father photo 1987. Killed and killed…. On Friday night my father drank his rum. He… Continue reading

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