Category Archive: love

I used to be.

I used to be. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends. I used to… Continue reading

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I lift my eyes

I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.                                 I lift my eyes. Barren cold and heartless world. Fear… Continue reading

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I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.

I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. I… Continue reading

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On the thread of a word.

On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry Been a while. A new poem.                               On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and… Continue reading

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The human touch.

The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and… Continue reading

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The word man.

The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry… Continue reading

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The damn road

The damn road A Poem by Coyote Poetry The road can tempt a man to escape even in the heat of paradise. The damn road   It was a  cold winter day in… Continue reading

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Little boy blue.

Little boy blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a child fall down. Someone must pick them up or they could be lost forever.                               Little boy blue Little boy blue lost in… Continue reading

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She is still my sweet dream.

                          She is still my sweet dream. (I knew life was unfair. Few times in a life you meet someone. Who set… Continue reading

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Sweet red wine.

Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.  Sweet red wine It was early fall. The sweet new wines… Continue reading

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