Monthly Archive: October, 2020

Dear Angie

Dear Angie I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel. You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless… Continue reading

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Love had no pride..

 Love had no pride Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my… Continue reading

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Dear October..

Dear October Hello dear October. My old friend. Cooler day and the beauty of the change of color of the trees. Allow us. To slow down and ponder who we are, where we… Continue reading

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Can you catch a falling leaf?

Can you catch a falling leaf? A Poem by Coyote Poetry                           Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October… Continue reading

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The drunken poet songs

The beggar, just wanted a taste of her skin and her warm lips. The illusion of love near, made him believe, love was sweet, love was so good. Her whiskey kisses made his… Continue reading

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…SE HABÍAN ESPERADO DEMASIADO TIEMPO… THEY HAD WAITED TOO LONG…

Beautiful epic journey and can be translated.

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Some midnight words.

Five lines poem of less A Poem by Coyote PoetryEpic writer, attempting new places. She told me, please be kind to me. Beautiful Sheena had a kind heart, a true heart. She whispered please… Continue reading

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Some words. Write and bleed.

Four lines poems. A Poem by Coyote PoetryTaking chances, writing in different directions. We were naked, we twisted our bodies into a unfinished puzzle and we shared wild dreams. We talked and we used… Continue reading

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MÍRAME

Originally posted on MY-Alborada:
MíRAME. Mírame, mírame fijamente si puedes,mira a mis adentros a ver si encuentras el dolor que me duele¿puedes ver que para mi siempre has existido?mira el cristal lloroso y…

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Ruleta venenosa

Originally posted on La Gatita Oscura:
In this strange intimacy,less than my body’s length between us,you step forwardand I lean inand three feet becomes twoand I smell the smoke in your hair. I…

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