Category Archive: poetry

The Water, Sky and the Earth. Dark moon, chapter six

The Water, Sky and the Earth. chapter six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part six of four Native Americans looking for a reason to be alive.                         The Water, Sky and the Earth… Continue reading

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“Why do we write story and poetry?”

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… Continue reading

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“Only you”

Only you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry of love                                Only you I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the almost empty beach… Continue reading

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“Cigarette, sweet wine and you”

Cigarettes, sweet wine and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places become better with time                                    Cigarettes, sweet wine and you I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the… Continue reading

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The Murder of Love

Originally posted on MW the Mermaid:
Devour every drip of his desperate tear with your pride Sign every piece of his shattered heart with your name Showcase his wounds Celebrate his doom You…

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“Painted To Myself”

Originally posted on Signs Sighs Sights:
I’ve painted picture to myself Seems time has stolen it from me – I loved, I prompted and I said But no one noticed it And I…

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Grandpa

A beautiful poem for Grandfather. Please read and enjoy the poetry by the talented writer.

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“Two Brothers”

Two Brothers A Poem by Coyote Poetry I learn how fragile life can be in 1988-1989. Better to be kind to your friends and family. World punish them enough already. Two brothers After… Continue reading

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Dance

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
I dance all my days, The wind is the fiddler, Silence is the tune. A lonesome dance to nowhere On the path to nothingness.

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I miss nothing

I miss nothing In and out we played. Digging deep into wanting flesh. We were cutting and bleeding for passion that need we could not fulfill or make content. You were my Joan… Continue reading

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