Category Archive: poetry

My lady…

My lady… My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes. I wish… Continue reading

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I remember you….

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember you…                The summer days were long.The… Continue reading

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Let it be….

Let it be… A old man sitting alone. Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove and you can see the Pacific ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea. He wrote words into… Continue reading

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September song…

  September song… (September poetry number three) Tonight the skies wept, the moon wept with me. I am living near Lake St. Clair now and I dreamed of the Pacific ocean.  I dreamed of… Continue reading

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Kiss Me,

Originally posted on inyourownmind:
Fragile beauty caught my breath Perfect, not missing a thing less . When she became forbidden I thirsted for her soft skin Her lips and the gap between .…

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Stewards

Outstanding poetry and thoughts shared.

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Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm.

Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm… The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading

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At peace at last…

At peace at last… The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute.Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye.Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death.35years a Soldier left him waiting for… Continue reading

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The angels don’t cry for me…

The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The Angels don’ cry for me…. The kind… Continue reading

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September

September… I have always enjoys the days of Fall. The Summer days become memories and our wandering spirit began to slow down for the days of September.I love watching the trees in the… Continue reading

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