Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

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 on the coastline… Continue reading

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The boardwalk…

The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading

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The sea, the wishes…

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Time will steal everything…

1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and  once, we adored love.  Time… Continue reading

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A warm March day poetry.

1- We can soar freely like powerful hawk into the morning sky. We can stand on the great mountains and we can dance with the clouds. We can seek the sea and we… Continue reading

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Wildflowers dreams…

Wildflowers dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some memories are held forever.                         Wildflowers dreams.. I sit among the wildflowers.Growing where they desire and free.The sweet sense of the wildflowers takes me back to… Continue reading

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The sparkles in your eyes..

The sparkles in your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Old memories and places.                   The sparkles in your eyes… I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world around… Continue reading

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Just enough…

Just enough… Long distance calls begging me to stop by and spend time with you in Florida.. You whispered you miss me and needed me. I’m lonely drowning in dreams I can’t see… Continue reading

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Missing pieces. Part two.

Missing pieces. Part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Sometime we can find the missing pieces. It can close doors that are needed to be shut and understood.                Missing pieces.     Part two. The… Continue reading

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The missing pieces…

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.       … Continue reading

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