Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Angel dancing, too close to earth..

Angel dancing, too close to the earth. A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words.                                   Angels dancing, too close to… Continue reading

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Isabella, dear Isabella..

Isabella, dear Isabella…. I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of… Continue reading

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A Michigan sky above us..

Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, we did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I… Continue reading

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Words, never spoken..

Words, never spoken… Last year was very hard. 2024, I lost a family member to suicide. Today I miss her voice and I yearn to talk to her again. I miss her smile… Continue reading

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Happy New Year. Time waits for no-one..

Time waits for no-one… The fatality of youth, we believe. We will never grow old and we learn with time. Time is a heartless friend. One day, our face of youth, our energy… Continue reading

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Catch the wind..

Catch the wind… Please kind lady, please lay with me. Allow the night to cover us with the warmth of love embrace. We were strangers till we learned. We had the same dreams,… Continue reading

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The intoxication kiss..

The intoxicating kiss… (I was asked. What do you remember? I told them, when the kiss was so sweet and so wonderful. Each kiss, we shall remember.) The wine, the songs and the foolishness.These… Continue reading

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The rising sun.. New Orleans is smiling.

The rising sun… I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank… Continue reading

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Wildflowers..

Wildflowers.. Me and you,we found the holy ground of nature,in the field of the wildflowers,we swam in the beauty of her grace.She blessed us with her caress.I told you.You make the wildflowers more… Continue reading

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Believe..

Believe Write on my bare skin, my dear poet, she whispered.Allow your hands to make me feel like a masterpiece.Show me, please make me believe. I am the only one.Please love me wrong,… Continue reading

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