Tag Archive: love

My Great love…..

My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry  True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever.  My great loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry Pain of love lost must disappear into the… Continue reading

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Wildflowers dreams…

Wildflower dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good to be among the wildflowers. Free from life problems and trying to find the freedom we once held precious.                                      Wildflowers dreams…. She was pretty as… Continue reading

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Some days can be perfect…

Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading

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Three short poems for love…

 Three short poems about love                                       Open doors.. Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and… Continue reading

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Love is a careless child…

Love is a careless child. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh                              Love is a careless child… I took my pen… Continue reading

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The animal… For Ukraine..

The animal. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Who is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner?  Men of hate keep a-coming. Hitler took Poland first and he kept going. The world… Continue reading

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Two out of three, ain’t bad.

Two out of three, ain’t bad. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Lonely are the people who wasted love and friendship.  (Johnnie in Monterey in 1991) Two out of three ain’t bad…. I was sitting… Continue reading

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A wild bird…

 A wild bird…. I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love you.I need you.” But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in a emotionwhere I won’t be able to escape.… Continue reading

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The old man blues…

The old man blues… A black wind is touching my face, neither sadness or happiness can I know. I ain’t cold, I ain’t warm. I am just alive. Once a misty eyes beauty… Continue reading

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In the field of perfection…

In the field of perfection… I wished upon the first star of the new night, I wished for warm Spring days, good drink, long days and warm kisses. I want to drink in… Continue reading

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