Her beauty has not blinded me.
Her beauty has not blinded me A Poem by Coyote Poetry In my time of living. People can get twisted. Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers… Continue reading
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Memory of music.
Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memory of music. Let me not fall into dreams of sadness. Allow the awful shadows of… Continue reading
I used to be.
I used to be. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends. I used to… Continue reading
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
The human touch.
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and… Continue reading
The word man.
The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry… Continue reading
My siren
My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive. My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for… Continue reading
The damn road
The damn road A Poem by Coyote Poetry The road can tempt a man to escape even in the heat of paradise. The damn road It was a cold winter day in… Continue reading
I hope I make it till the Spring.
I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better… Continue reading
Little boy blue.
Little boy blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a child fall down. Someone must pick them up or they could be lost forever. Little boy blue Little boy blue lost in… Continue reading