Category Archive: poem

Love is like a flower garden…

Love is like a flower garden A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. (A Poem by Coyote Poetry We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.)     Love… Continue reading

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Love had no pride…

   Love had no pride Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once,… Continue reading

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The willow tree…

The willow trees Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading

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Killer on the road…

 Riders on the storm “Bad dream again, confusion blasting my thoughts, I am fighting in the chaos of my dreams. Why is my world falling into madness? All I can do is pray,… Continue reading

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Free bird…

  Free bird We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky… Continue reading

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A poem- lullabye and a song. By Hope

    Lullabye Did we lie? Did we love? Did we forget? ——————————————————– Once love inferno, became water down love. Our warm bed, became cold. ———————————————————- I sang lullabye of forever once upon a… Continue reading

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Have mercy…

 Have mercy Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we have, we have become strangers to self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced, all night… Continue reading

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Celestial beauty…

Celestial beauty   “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion   You are my folly and my blessings. You are my perfect night and my sweetest days. You love to… Continue reading

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The parable of the flowers

jedyoong(Thank you for the photo) The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man     She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas.  I went nightly… Continue reading

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Johnnie is singing the low, low man blues

♥♥♥♥~~~~♥♥♥♥~~~~♥♥♥♥~~~~♥♥♥♥ coyotepoet     Johnnie is singing the low, low man blues     Johnnie told the pretty lady near at the Stray Cat Inn. The whiskey isn’t strong enough to kill the… Continue reading

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