Category Archive: love

Write, write and write some more.

Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading

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If I knew

If I knew A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we knew the future. Would we have done things differently?                           If I knew If I knew yesterday was our last day together, was… Continue reading

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Happy birthday Baby girl

Baby girl My baby girl had growth so tall. She turned eighteen today.  My once little angel who held my hand tightly in the mall. Needed her father to take her to the… Continue reading

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Love is a careless child.

Love is a careless child. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh                             Love is a careless child I took my… Continue reading

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Broken bones and unkempt promises

Broken bones, unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry This poem had been dancing in my head for days. I hope you enjoy.                          Broken bones, unkempt  promises Fools’ dances in wishes and… Continue reading

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A poem for spring. “She wore flowers in her hair”

Thank you Tumbr. She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time.                        She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams… Continue reading

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Dreaming of Texas

Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the… Continue reading

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Happy Mother’s day to all the mothers on wordpress. “Mother didn’t blink”

Mother are our protectors. They are the teacher of love and kindness. Mother love and kisses are never forgotten. Mother didn’t blink A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime in a life we must… Continue reading

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Katie write

                                  Katie write Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are… Continue reading

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Can’t imprison love. “A wild bird.”

                        A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She told me that “I love you. I need you.” But… Continue reading

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