Category Archive: poetry

Delicate wings…

Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some people are more tender than others                               Delicate wings… Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strip down their true cover and… Continue reading

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The dream surfer… and a beautiful Ayla Nereo song..

  The dream surfer… In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading

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Stripped to the bone…

Stripped to the bone… I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading

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I believed in love once…

I believed in forever once A Poem by Coyote Poetry  When a woman loved you. You are blessed.  I believe in forever once… I didn’t know, love could hurt so deeply. I didn’t know,… Continue reading

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When love is near…

When love is near… You and I, we  love the Big Sur. We wanderlust her from sea to the hidden waterfall. I loved your sly kisses at the River Inn and the long… Continue reading

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Love didn’t break my heart. Life did….

Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us need the mercy of kndness…. He told the beautiful Gypsy girl near the Monterey bay. Love didn’t break my… Continue reading

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You can’t run from yourself…

You can’t run from yourself… I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading

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Your heart is as black as the night- part three

Black as the night… I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading

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Love is like a hammer…

 Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the Jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading

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I’ll take care of you…

I’ll take care of you In the dead of long night, our wandering mind find things lost and cannot be found. Old Johnnie sitting alone in the Jazz bar and he is drinking… Continue reading

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