Like this. Part three.

Like this 1- She found me by the willow tree by the lake. She asked me. Where is love? Where is the kindness? I brought her closer and I kissed her forehead and… Continue reading

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Like this. Part two.

Like this… When someone ask you. My life is chaos and confusion. I don’t know If I should run or stand my ground? Is there a safe place for me to rest. Take… Continue reading

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Like this.

Like this… If someone ask you. What is right, what is wrong? Tell them, fall into the morning, find something beautiful to see. Like this. If someone ask you. Is love true? Is… Continue reading

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Please stay with me.

Please stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Please stay with me.  I… Continue reading

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A wish upon the first star of the night.

A wish upon the first star of the night. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old dreams never fade away.  A wish upon the first star of the night. Every night before I close my… Continue reading

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If you go away on a summer day.

If you go away on a Summer day… Dear Julie told me on a warm August day. I am here waiting in Michigan for you. A Michigan gal is waiting for you. You… Continue reading

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You are my poetry, my dearest love.

You are my poetry my dearest love.. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading

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Tattoos.

TattoosA Poem by Coyote PoetryOld stories become better with time. Tattoos… My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I smiled and… Continue reading

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Can’t go back.

Can’t go back… I wanted everything and I wanted nothing.You held me so tightly. Made me feel so loved and so needed.I was fleeing love when the flame was alive and growing.I left… Continue reading

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Old love.

Old love… She  called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading

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