“Bare and true”
Bare and true A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person. Bare and true She was a noble beauty… Continue reading
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“No cure for love”
No cure for Love. In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment. I tried to forget a woman’s face and green eyes. I tried to forget those long beautiful and soft… Continue reading
“Barefoot dreams”
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
One of my favorites-My great love
My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind. My great love Do we support to love but once? Where have my… Continue reading
“Bitter branches”
Bitter branches A Poem by Coyote Poetry J.B Harvey. Her poetic words made me want to write tonight. Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will… Continue reading
“The Gypsy dance”
The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make us feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on… Continue reading
“Where the wild roses grow”
Where the wild roses grow A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two short poems. Where the wild roses grow – I have known I have danced with the sea. I have stood on… Continue reading
“Resembled love”
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love She was as pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile… Continue reading
‘Death will bring peace”
Death will bring peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old true story. Death will bring peace. A pretty and kind Angel sleep alone. She turned from love and accepted her… Continue reading
“A wish upon a star”
A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away. A wish upon a star Every night before I close my eyes. I whisper your name. I make a… Continue reading