Category Archive: poem

Remembering the fragrance of Winter’

Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote Poetry A story                               Remembering the fragrance of Winter I had… Continue reading

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My Winter love’

My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My Winter love.     I whispered your sweet name in the twilight of the midnight hours. My sweet… Continue reading

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“Pain and lesson”

Pain and lesson   A thousand lessons deep. I learn too late, hold silence and listen. I lost many good people upon the road of living. I wished too late, to left brothers… Continue reading

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Nature poetry

Nature Poetry The mountain range, standing strong and beautiful. Art for the people who love the open and free spaces. The free climbers love the hard climbs and unknown endings. Finding secret and… Continue reading

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“The lady in the black dress”

The lady in the black dress Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading

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Dear Michigan

Dear Michigan Promises made and promises broken. Left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and… Continue reading

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Letters

A letter-  Dear Amanda   I am writing you a letter. Just words to be read and I wanted you to know. You are my everything. You are my mystery to try to… Continue reading

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Wild horses

 Wild horses Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading

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One more time my love

One more time my love In sweet dream, I paint on a empty canvas, the beauty of your face, the softness of your lips. We were world apart and once, we try to… Continue reading

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Can’t be loved

  Can’t be loved The prettiest lady I ever knew, she told me often. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the light of love, leave you bleeding and needing. Fairy tale beginnings become just… Continue reading

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