The blue dress…

The blue dress….         I found you sitting alone at your family party. Your once fiery hazel eyes grey with sadness. I asked you. How are your dear Belinda? You are still so… Continue reading →

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Bare and true…

Bare and true A Poem by Coyote PoetryFew times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person.     Bare and true… She was a noble beauty and … Continue reading →

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You cross my mind in the midnight hours…

  The dance… Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance… Continue reading →

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The dance of the flowers…

The dance of the flowers A Poem by Coyote PoetryI need the sun on my face. The dance of the flowers.. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My dearest and… Continue reading →

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Secret love…

 Secret love… Once brave man is quiet now. Bloody life led him to lonely place and the Monterey bay. He called a old phone number and he listened. A sweet voice whispered. I… Continue reading →

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The crimson light..

 The crimson light… Forgiveness we must give, forgiveness we must know. Once hell-bound life destroyed by dead brothers and broken dreams. The evolution of life is fair. We shall pay for every sin… Continue reading →

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | sometimes, a poet is forgotten by people up high (247)

Amazing poetry shared.

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Jealous of the night….

 Jealous of the night… Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray Cat… Continue reading →

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We become, who we supposed to be….

We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one.                      We become, who we supposed to be. I befriended a 30-30… Continue reading →

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The Coyote song, lest we forgot

  Lest we forget… Lately the days have become slower, and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till, he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading →

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