Category Archive: poetry

The poet and the artist..

The poet and the artist. A Poem by Coyote PoetryJune-days poetry four                   The poet and the artist… A poet and a artist sitting by Santa Cruz… 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 PoetryJune-days poetry three.                         Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. He told… Continue reading

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The last time I saw your face..

The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember… When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.Today,… Continue reading

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A evening blessing…

A evening blessing, you are… My love, waiting patiently for my return. I told her. You make me believe, life is wonder and beauty. You make me know mystery and unknown. When I… Continue reading

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Two short poems

Two short poems A Poem by Coyote PoetryJune-days poetry number two.                   Two short poems.. You left me a unpaid debt, that must be kept. Once you… Continue reading

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Maybe yes, maybe no?

Maybe yes, maybe no? A Poem by Coyote PoetryFirst poem in awhile my friends. Too much thinking. June-days poem one                   Maybe yes, maybe no? He saw… Continue reading

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Endless Pages

Originally posted on Storm of Ink:
(1st Verse)I’ve got butterflies in versesdreams waiting patiently in the darkI’ve got the saxophone playing on the curbwhispers breathing in my heartI’ve got solitude sitting in the…

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Idyllic places and time

Idyllic places and time A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need Idyllic places.                           Idyllic place and time…. The storyteller told the writers. We… Continue reading

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Some mercy now…

 Some mercy now…. Just a man, he had worked and he had worked. Yesterday man, sat by the Clinton river. He loved the sun on his face. He prayed to the falling sun,… Continue reading

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Three Poems Written When I was 17

Wonderful poetry shared by a talented writer. Rum and Robots Wind Song Hanging from a heartless hook you remain suspended, Your structured tube and strings attaching leave you. Lost in an atmosphere of… Continue reading

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