Category Archive: poem

“A dance with Death”

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind.                     ——————————————————————————————————————————————- A dance with… Continue reading

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The man who couldn’t cry

The Man Who Couldn’t Cry A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                                              The Man Who Couldn’t Cry The old soldier told me. You can win some and you can lose some.… Continue reading

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“Like a whisper”

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

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Be like the flexible branches then the dead roots

Be like the flexible branches than the dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader.                             Be… Continue reading

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“The first time I saw your face”

The first time I saw your face A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The first time I saw your face I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death… Continue reading

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“Lay lady lay”

Lay lady lay A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                             Lay Lady lay I remember you. Your eyes of hazel green and the softness of your voice made me stop and… Continue reading

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Highway poetry

Highway poetry Words by Coyote Poetry Just words                            Wander or slowly die She was so beautiful. She moved like a wild and free animal. I knew she was untamed and lusted for… Continue reading

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“Water and fire”

Water and fire I told the Irish beauty in the tavern In Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living. Death is like a fire. It will burn strong and… Continue reading

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“Stay or flee?”

Stay or flee?   She watched the midnight moon and she wondered. Should she stay or flee? Her wild eyes filled with soft tears and she whispered to her sleeping lover. I will… Continue reading

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“She wore flowers in her hair.”

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 and I lost… Continue reading

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