Category Archive: poem

“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 worship the… Continue reading

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“I need a wild heart”

I need a wild heart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words   I need a wild heart —- Love made me live Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the… Continue reading

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“Deeper and deeper we shall fall”

Deeper and deeper we shall fall — A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real proof of love. Holding on tighter in the bad days and celebrating the good days together                             Deeper and deeper… Continue reading

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The night is young

The night is young and the night is long, my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry New words. The night is young and the night is long, my love I saw you perfect… Continue reading

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“Write on me”

Write on me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Write on me… The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover. I told the night stars. Thank you… Continue reading

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“Damn the ancient Gods.”

Damn the ancient Gods Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun fall into the sea. She looked at me and told me. “Damn the gods who hate love. They… Continue reading

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The red dress-ranging water

The raging water — — I saw your laying bare skin alone in our king size bed and I’m  writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the… Continue reading

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“The dance of the Gypsies”

The dance of the Gypsies. – – A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road.                               The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in… Continue reading

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“Mend and alter”

Mend and alter A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is hard. Needs time to heal and to be reborn again.                          Mend and alter Life is simple my friends. There is consequences for… Continue reading

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“Spin the bottle”

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                    Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. He told me. “Damn if… Continue reading

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