Category Archive: poetry

-A wish upon the star

A wish upon a star A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams never fade away. A  wish upon a star Every night before I close my eyes.  I whisper your name. I make a… Continue reading

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Paradox.

Originally posted on Literature Is My Porn:
You’re the stars in the night sky, the sunshine on a cloudy day You’re my morning cup of coffee, the reason I wake up every day…

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Mermaid

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by Victor Nizovtsev Where is the mermaid? I long for her sensual song And her sweet kisses. I need to feel her next to Me, I need her…

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Saint or Sinner

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

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–Deeper and deeper we shall fall

Deeper and deeper we shall fall   A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real proof of love. Holding on tighter in the bad days and celebrating the good days together                             Deeper and deeper… Continue reading

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_Reflection of writing

Reflections A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words have great power. Use them well.                               Reflection Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering… Continue reading

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Ode to Tree (poem)

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

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–Barefoot dreams

Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age.      Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading

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An Open Letter From a Dead Child To His Mother On His Death Anniversary

Originally posted on White Shadows:
A mother crying on the death of her child- Peshawar School Attack 16 December 2014, Pakistan. Ma! It’s 16 December. The day you saw my blood stained dead…

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–Echos of voices

Echos of voices A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                            Echos of voices Christmas is near. Kids are filled with excitement and  I’m  looking  at old photos of my youth. I hear… Continue reading

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