Category Archive: poetry

Elegant by Nature

Originally posted on EDDAZ:
All creatures great and small Created in the awesomeness of divine Graceful in structure, given life to survive Not within the power of humanity With the hands, their sculpture…

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“The sparkle in your eyes”

The sparkles in your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and places.                  The sparkles in your eyes I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world… Continue reading

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I told my children-Live a Hemingway life

Je t’aime A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and… Continue reading

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While You Were Saying It

Originally posted on Charissa's Grace Notes:
It’s bigger than a blue canyon, that place my orphic words live and come down from, a canyon with one end anchored in eternity and one…

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“Glorious love”

Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper.                            Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at… Continue reading

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Ten ways

A amazing poem by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.

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I gave my love to you, dear Bearice

I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatice A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I gave my love to you,  my sweet Beatrice Was Monterey, was the sea near. It was… Continue reading

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“Mercy and friendship my friend. We need”

Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need mercy and good friends to survive this life. The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d. It… Continue reading

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A price paid 

Originally posted on Wordplay:
Nights, when my cigarettes burnt.? Nights, with my moon in grief. Nights, when my sheets went cold.? Nights, with my pillows lost.? Nights, when my poems bleed.? Nights, where…

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Photos and short poetry about war

Short poetry about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war and violence.                              What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us. Who remember the… Continue reading

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