Category Archive: poetry

Wildflower dreams

Wildflower dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be among the wildflowers. Free from life problems and trying to find the freedom we once held precious. Wildflowers dreams. She was pretty as… Continue reading

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Secret love and hidden memory

Secret love and hidden memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone today told me. Write a new poem. Here it is.                           Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today. Made… Continue reading

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Ancient floors

Ancient floors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The… Continue reading

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On the thread of a word

On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry Been a while. A new poem.                               On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and… Continue reading

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Love letters not send. Part one.

Love letters not send. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime letters are not send. Maybe fear of rejection? Or fear of being wanted? Love letter never send. Dear Peggy I wanted to drop… Continue reading

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Sing and dance till the end

Sing and dance till the end A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem written when I was young and questions all things. I learn we are in-charge of our life. Best walk the… Continue reading

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One Day Peace

One Day Peace.

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I serenaded to the paragon of beauty

I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life                             I serenaded  to the paragon of… Continue reading

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It is cut and dried.

It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same.                     It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading

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The silence and the sea

The silence and the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the sea, the wind and rebirth each day hopeful and ready.                                       The silence and the sea Blessed… Continue reading

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