Category Archive: poetry

Sympathy for the dry

Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
When he comes home She turns into a water lily Her face rivals the new moon Even he, with pulsing self-love, is dazzled enough To take her dining when…

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‘Down, baby, down’

Down, baby, down   Dreaming and believing. Living and dying. Loving and hating. Lying and crying. Good days and the bad days. Demanding or careless. Song and slow dance. Deeper and deeper we… Continue reading

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‘My Winter love’

My Winter love (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer.) My Winter love. I whispered your sweet name in the twilight of the midnight hours. My sweet dreams… Continue reading

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Werewolf Déluge

Originally posted on David Redpath:
“Just keep on walking!” I saw a werewolf with a hymn book in his hand prowling around as he sniffed the ground from Jonestown to Gaza He’s that…

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Poetry

Nine words poetry A Poem by Coyote Poetry Something new Red hair girl Eyes of blue, smile of mischief, a forever wish. ————————————————————————- We had today Yesterday is gone, today is here, celebrate… Continue reading

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Bought home flowers

Originally posted on boranaroshni:
I was just a seed When you peeped like a sunshine In this little heart of mine You watered me With what you owned With little bit of love…

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For Susana Chávez

Susana Chávez   I remember you. Dear Poet. Brave and kind woman, you try to save the forgotten women on the Mexican border. Dear Susana. Your words are left and we, who were… Continue reading

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‘Drink of me, dear lover’

Drink of me my dear lover (A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story.) Drink of me my dear lover   I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and… Continue reading

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Ghazal: Never love me (3)

Originally posted on Vinzpoetry:
I long to tell you; I really love you, But the love is few And lost in a dew… Never love me too. It’s crystal clear As the heart…

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Lay, lady lay

Lay lady lay — She peeled her clothing off slow and easy like a stripper tempting a wanting man. She stood bare for me and I knew she wasn’t real. She looked into… Continue reading

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