Tag Archive: love

Jazzy Friday poetry..

Jazzy Friday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading

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Resemble love..

Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  True love is rare and hard to find.                           Resembled love.. Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary… Continue reading

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She was a Spring warm day and I was a Winter storm..

She was a Spring warm day and I was a Winter storm.. She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved… Continue reading

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Katie wrote..

Katie wrote.. Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are the last myth of emotions for love and words. Dead writer in the Winter of his life.… Continue reading

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I wish I was the morning sun..

I wish I was the morning sun… I wish I was the morning sun, be able to sun-kiss your skin. I wish I was the Summer rain, be able to caress your face,… Continue reading

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Mercy..

Mercy.. 1- She was so fine, she was so sweet.Prettiest Texas gal in Belton asked me for a dance.I told her, yes ma.She took my hands and we went to the dance floor.Her… Continue reading

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Time is a heartless thief..

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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An April girl..

An April girl.. I want to marry a girl who love the days of Spring, I want to hold the hands of April blessing, I want to steal kisses by the flowing river… Continue reading

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I see the sun in your eyes..

I saw the sun in your eyes.. You and I,we are dancing by the Monterey Bay,I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save me?You were… Continue reading

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Almost home..

Almost home.. Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading

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