Category Archive: poet

One of my first published poems. “I don’t remember how you look.”

I don’t remember how you looked. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories dance in my head. I don’t remember how you looked.     I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes… Continue reading →

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“One more day”

One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war. Twenty one gun salute Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall… Continue reading →

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A new poem. Wildflowers

Wildflowers A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Wildflowers I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regret dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t… Continue reading →

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The dance

The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and photo coyotepoetrebloggedyosha  (Thank you Tumblr) Follow The dance In the twilight of the day. You can dance to Lana Del Rey. You told… Continue reading →

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Hell or heaven

Hell or heaven A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                         Hell or heaven When I fall into your eyes. I feel like I’m dancing on a dangerous edge and close to paradise… Continue reading →

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In your lap

In your lap A Poem by Coyote Poetry The safety of love. No better place to be. sweetmissllxx(thank you Tumblr)                            In your lap If I lost you. I would become empty and… Continue reading →

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“Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen

  Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and… Continue reading →

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“Sunday lovers”

  Sunday lovers Me and you lost in cotton sheets. The sun sneaked into the room and you bring your body closer. You whispered. It is Sunday morning and we have no place… Continue reading →

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“Be an flexible branch than an dead root”

Be an flexible branch than an 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 an… Continue reading →

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A thousand years

A thousand years A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love never die my friend. Just a place we must water and care for. A thousand years Where are you, my sweet lover? I searched for… Continue reading →

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