The Poet…
The Poet A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen. The Poet.. Many moons ago in… Continue reading
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Sweet surrender
Sweet surrender A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must forget old wounds and open new doors. Sweet surrender Lost… Continue reading
My Winter love
My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My winter love. I whispered your sweet name. My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory.… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
My Great love
(Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind.) My great love Do we support to love but once? Where have my ancient lover’s gone? Chain of passion and spiritual journeys leave… Continue reading
The madness train
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness trainI’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit.I’m strangled with useless things.… Continue reading
So beautiful
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980)As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading
The silent sea
The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean, memories and old dreams. The silent sea.. We can be humble by true beauty. Life can weaved us to places and situations.… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and… Continue reading
The wild and the tamed
The wild and the tamed A Poem by Coyote Poetry Is is better to play dead or create fear? The wild and the tamed. Some men don’t fear death. They don’t believe… Continue reading