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
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 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
Please don’t forget me.
A young writer on Writer’s Cafe had left us. She taught us to respect and enjoy the word. Her name is Jade Innes. A new Angel is in heaven. I hope she… Continue reading
Anything goes.
Anything goes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Days of your roaming the Texas bars. Left me with some good memories. Highway 35 had many good places to rest. Warning This Poem is rated… Continue reading
Sweet Whisper
Sweet Whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Imagination can create paradise and sweet dreams. Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. Sweet whispers The… Continue reading
I don’t want flowers. I need you.
I don’t want flowers. I need you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Appreciation and real gifts of love lead to good places. I don’t want flowers. I need you. (We forget… Continue reading
Bittersweet goodbye.
Bittersweet goodbye A Poem by Coyote Poetry Goodbyes are necessary. Need closure to all things. Bittersweet closure “I walked up to her house. I celebrated one year with this young woman. In… Continue reading
The dance of emotion.
The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is fair. We must give to receive. The Dance of Emotion. A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me. Her… Continue reading