Highway poetry

Highway poetry-short poems (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words)     Wander or slowly die   She was so beautiful. She moved like a wild and free animal. I knew she was… Continue reading

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“The song of the seasons’

The songs of seasons (A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.)   The song of fall   Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading

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Who took autumn? ~ #poetry

Originally posted on Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos:
Dear sweet autumn Where have you gone? Someone came And took you away Though leaves are turning But, my heart’s still yearning Winter’s come…

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‘Sugar and spice’

Sugar and spice You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness. I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear a lullaby? You gave… Continue reading

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‘You crossed my mind in the midnight hours’

The dance Love is a wild dance. Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour, holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss. The breaking dawn begin to create separation. The… Continue reading

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The rain

Tempting fate/ The rain   I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turn black.   I left a lady… Continue reading

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We shall fall and rise

We shall fall and rise ——————————————————— I listened to you, you are so damn pretty and you carry a heavy heart. I made you laugh and I told you. Naked heart and too… Continue reading

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“Only Me” – Nayana Nair

Originally posted on it rains in my heart:
Stay here with me. Everyone else has forgotten you dear. Only me, it is only me that carries you everywhere it rains, everywhere the Sunday…

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Der Bergsteiger auf dem Berg (from THE MOUNTAIN MAN by Zawmb’yee)

Originally posted on Poetry and Stuff:
Der Bergsteiger auf dem Berg Mann des Berges, Ich habe dich weich werden sehen wann immer meine Liebe ging in deinem Stream angeln und ich habe es…

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‘Just words’

Just words   There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway   Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of… Continue reading

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