I want to see you again…

I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time.                   I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of… Continue reading

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Waiting for a miracle…

  Waiting for a miracle I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the… Continue reading

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Molly Malone said..

Molly Malone said. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Molly Malone” I caught the… Continue reading

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Poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Originally posted on Academy of the Heart And Mind:
Waltz of the Scarecrow That which gives often…may receive nothing in return. Do not be deceived by the words etched in stones. Corn often…

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My oh my…

My oh my Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading

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#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

A amazing poem. Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 188, #ThemePrompt It’s the fourth week of July! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Sue Vincent… Continue reading

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The Crave

Originally posted on Florawora:
(c) Dimitra Milan Kiss me like I was your sleeping beauty With love and adoration so strong that it wakes me from my death Shower me with love so…

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Cigarettes and sassy…

Cigarettes and sassy     You were the most beautiful, the most dangerous lady, I knew. You were my angry lady, sassy and always seeking new thrills. I loved your dark side and… Continue reading

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Yesterday..

 So pretty Please walk with me, please talk with me. Allow our hearts to become one. I want my hand holding your hand and I want you to hear you sing, sweet love… Continue reading

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Yesterday…

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

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