Monthly Archive: March, 2024

Seconds in time…

Seconds in time A Poem by Coyote Poetry  What would we say to the people who were kind and generous to you? To be able to say goodbye to loves one’s who died when… Continue reading

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Can’t return no-more..

Can’t return no more. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Words and actions can create bridges that can’t be repaired.                           Can’t return no more.. We can dwell in paradise,Swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.We… Continue reading

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Old poetry, same world we live in. Solitude and seclusion..

Solitude and seclusion. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Easy to be blind then see the real world?                                  Solitude and seclusion…. (Man is weak by his own hand, for he has refashioned God’s into… Continue reading

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Thoughts about war…

Thoughts about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I’m tire of war and violence.                   What is left? The dead will not rise.War steal the best from us.Who remember the people in… Continue reading

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Like father…

Like father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face in the mirror.                                        Like father.. I look in the mirror.What do I see?… Continue reading

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A lady vow..

A lady vow.. 1- A lady vow, maybe true, maybe a lie? Her pretty words are just promises to be broken. Her gift of a smile, her gift of a sweet kiss. Maybe… Continue reading

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The brown eyes girl…

The brown eyes girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some woman make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire for you to want to be wild and… Continue reading

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You are the love of my life…

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I don’t remember if I told you…

I don’t remember if I told you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We must tell and shown the people we need and love them.                       I don’t remember if I told you… I don’t… Continue reading

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If I knew…

If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness.     If I knew….  I would of  loved more… Continue reading

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