Quotes from the John Coyote’s mind
Quotes from the John Coyote’s mind A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I hope you enjoy. Just some quotes “There is no love and there is no ownership. Just release.” “Houses… Continue reading
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A thousand kisses deep
A thousand kisses deep She whispered. Sweet lover listen to my heart. I have nothing to conceal. Please… Continue reading
Sunday lovers
Sunday lovers A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know many Sundays with someone you love and you have no-where to go and the love is alive still. Warning This Poem is rated… Continue reading
Dark Poetry: Suicide
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? Suicide – It seems so easy No more pain Just one little step And your life becomes in vain – It’s just so tempting No more sorrow A…
God’s going to cut you down (Johnnie Cash)
God’s going to cut you down (Johnnie Cash) A Poem by Coyote Poetry I have listened to Neil Young and Johnnie cash tonight. Good song create powerful poetry. God’s going to cut… Continue reading
Warm spring days awake hope and dreams. “Addiction to love”
Addiction to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to have many dances and know a whole lot of laughter. Life is to be lived.… Continue reading
Poetry by the Paris night
Saga of a dreamer imagination, wisp and you. Poetry by the Paris night. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. I hope you enjoy. Warning This Chapter is rated Mature and may… Continue reading
California dreaming “A woman like you”
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be… Continue reading
I want to know you
I want to know you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Secrets and mystery leave us wanting to know more. Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under… Continue reading
Writers write and dreamers dream. “Utopia of the pen and the paper”
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading