_The Songs 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 the… Continue reading
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__Everything was you
Everything was you Waking up alone. Booze, blood and nothing is all I got. I have gone crazy. I have find peace in loneliness. You were my everything. I was your mountain and… Continue reading
You can’t go back
You can’t go back to A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words You can’t go back to I wanted everything and I wanted nothing. You held me so tightly. Made me feel so… Continue reading
_Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry ” Just words. “
Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the… Continue reading
–I have loved and I have lost myself
I have loved and I have lost myself A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for love. I have loved and have lost myself Do you know how it feels to… Continue reading
_Flesh and bones
Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain. I stood with so many victories. I realized… Continue reading
__Purgatory Inn and no place to go.
Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold. Bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early and closes… Continue reading
Secret life
Secret life A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem from 1989 with a re-write Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. Secret life (Thank you… Continue reading
__A thousand kisses deep
A thousand kisses deep A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song help create poetry. A 1989 rewrite. (A rewrite written in original form in 1989) A thousand kisses deep You told me in… Continue reading
One of my favorite. “Ancient floors”
Ancient floors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The… Continue reading