Poem – “Her Beauty Steals Me” – Romance – 11/13/2020

Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
RobbedOf each tearTo plod its naked voyageAtop these trembling cheeks,While I speakTo her, in the sequence of dreams,Letting arms burn within arms,Leaving dust to mark each placeWhere I…

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No One Fucks You Harder Than Time – Poetry by Yvonne Brizula

Outstanding poetry shared by a talented writer.

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The old painter on the boardwalk…

 Old painter on the beach boardwalk Old man sat alone.He was painting a picture of a woman.She was from another time. We sat in silence till he finally spoke to me.He whispered “Her… Continue reading

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“The winds a’howl and a’rage” #poem #poetry #verse

Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
The winds a’howl and a’rage As torrential rains lash at the sea And the land grows dark Dark as a starless night at midnight The ocean waters verily heave Whether in rebellion ‘gainst…

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Show me the way to love…

Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.                          Show me the way to love… Continue reading

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | no. 7:11 – hat makes a good poem deserving of praise and awards?

Strong words and thoughts shared by a talented writer.

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Wounded Angel…

Wounded Angel A Poem by Coyote Poetry (A very old poem, I hope you enjoy.)   Wounded Angel  My sad  friend.Please smile for me.Stay with me by the sea all night. Your world has… Continue reading

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My last stand will be in New York city..

My last stand will be in New York City…. I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I wonder what… Continue reading

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Hot damn……

Hot damn…. Prettiest woman in the dance hall, looked at me and shared her enticing smile. I inventoried her long legs and her tight black dress. She was a wild orchid in the… Continue reading

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Wild horses…

  Wild horses…. Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading

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