Monthly Archive: September, 2025

Highway 80 is calling my name.

Highway 80 is calling my name. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.                                   Highway 80 is calling my name. I’m tire, so damn tired.… Continue reading

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Stripped to the bone.

Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading

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Thank you for the dance.

Once, twice and again. Love me one time, love me two times, lock the doors and let’s fall into love. ——————————————————- We danced the Texas two-step at the dance hall and I told… Continue reading

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Love you more. Some mini poetry.

Love you more… 1- The moonlight kissed her skin and the stars adored her barefoot and barely cloth body.  She danced with the ocean and she sang to the goddess of the sea.… Continue reading

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She was dancing alone.

She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading

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Be quiet dear lover.

Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning.You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain.The Germany Winter made our… Continue reading

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Truth or dare?

(Truth or dare?A Poem by Coyote PoetryTake no chances. Have no adventures.) Truth or dare? Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth or dare.… Continue reading

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I need you now.

I need you now… What shall I remember my lady midnight? My exquisite beauty, you made me believe love was sweet, love was everything, we need. Till I fell into your eyes of… Continue reading

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Sweet pleasure and rare delights.

Sweet pleasure and rare delights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some memories become sweeter with time.  Sweet pleasure and rare delights… Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till… Continue reading

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On the thread of a word.

On the thread of a word       (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.)                             Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to… Continue reading

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