Category Archive: poetry

Brianna

Brianna A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words-a 1994 poem with a-rewrite Brianna Pretty woman danced alone. Her body dancing freely to the good songs and she had no concern for the observers… Continue reading

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“The dance”

The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dancing can take us to good places. yandex.comSource:(Thank you Tumblr)                             The dance We were once strangers .  Each of us  living in self made chaos.… Continue reading

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Meeting you

Originally posted on howlsensei:
Where are you my love? When will my attention be drawn to you? Where are you? (I can’t seem to find you). I feel your voice in a song.…

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Aaj main kal tum/today me, tomorrow you

Originally posted on expressingwings:
Aaj Main yahan, Kal tum yahan hoge, Waqt kabhi ek sa kahan hoga… Tanhai ke rudaad rang badlengey apney yahan, Sathi koi hum sa bhee hoga, kahin wahan. Tanahiyo…

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A Summer poem.-I remember you

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

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July fourth poetry-Just men

Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley. Just men (I got to Iraq. My first task was… Continue reading

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Mì-dhealbhaich / Distorts

Originally posted on K Bain – Writer:
In the dying embers of fading light Fractal distortions echo and glare distorted voices painfully overlap haunted pain-wrenching imagery… ? Visions of warped consciousness fearfully scatter…

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Do Drops Desire?

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

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Helen and the Swan

Originally posted on Poet's Corner:
Photo by Richard Calmes This is an old story, and may—or may not— be true. All I know is that, even as the old man I now am,…

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Freedom isn’t free- July 4th poetry.

July fourth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Freedom isn’t free. July fourth. I have stood with 15,000 Soldiers. A division of Soldier believing in freedom and the America way. Willing to protect and… Continue reading

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