Category Archive: poetry

Taylor Momsen song and a Poem. Enjoy.

I miss nothing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love lost leave lonely places and disappointment. I will miss nothing You told me I was the only one once. Just whispered fairy tales  to… Continue reading

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Your Face Is All I See

Beautiful words for love. Please read and enjoy the poetry of the talented writer.

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Shines the Sun

Originally posted on Source of Inspiration:
All around me rages the storm. In my heart the sun is shining. Your ever presence guides me to serenity. All around me rages the storm. The…

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My Ambrosia

coyotepoetrebloggedcitroenzx(THank you Tumblr)                             My Ambrosia Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a-coming. You have waited for me. You sat near the window and swam in… Continue reading

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Just thoughts —-Missing pieces

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.    … Continue reading

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Coming home

Coming home A Poem by Coyote Poetry You can’t come back from where you left. The road become twisted and we become confused. Coming home I sat in the plane from Philly.  Heading… Continue reading

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-We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive.

We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For sweet Brigitte. I was lucky to be saved by a kind heart.                         We laughed, we danced… Continue reading

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__Who can limit love?

Who can limit love? A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Who can limit love” Words from the great writer Virgil.   in                        Who can limit love? She wanted to be the Joan of… Continue reading

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_Coffee, You and me

Coffee, You and me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take two to tangle and to dance by the midnight moon. Coffee, you and me “Then shall thy circling arms embrace and dip my… Continue reading

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Children

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by Pino Daeni Children are flowers We are their gardeners. We help them to grow. We are their ground, their water. They are our only aim.

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