Category Archive: poetry

Rain of Winter

Originally posted on thepoeticraver:
Hazy winter before the sun donned white dresses, It always smells like rain, The coyote sings before me to show off her affection, My rubber soul is lain Across…

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Poetry for peace-The weeping song

The weeping song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words                              The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come… Continue reading

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“Parable of Celia”

Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. … Continue reading

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Never again

Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old man wanted to thank a American Soldier. Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (The old man spoke with tears. Told… Continue reading

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“Do you know me?”

Do you know me? Pretty girl sat by the motel window. She is watching the ocean and the coming storm from the western sea. She is drinking coffee and waiting for a reason… Continue reading

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Masterpiece

Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.

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One of my favorites-Old fashion Morphine”

Old fashion Morphine Oh sweet Jenny stole my vision. Her short red dress allowed me to see her perfect long legs. Her skin color of  peaches and tempting softness made me order a… Continue reading

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“Breathe”

Breathe You undressed with the lights on. I watched you slowly take away LAYERS of clothing. I can feel your smiling, you know you have took my breath away with your beauty. You… Continue reading

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Poets For Peace.

Originally posted on O.D.:
My contribution to a collaborative poem for the #PoetsForPeace collaboration You can add your contributions here ********* Who better to bear the baton Than us, the peace-makers, Champions…

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“The storm”

The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we want what we shouldn’t have.                                       The storm She had shrouded him with gentle embrace. She was his dream and want. He knew to… Continue reading

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