Tag Archive: Poem

Don’t forget about me…

Don’t forget about me… 1- She asked him. Will you forget me and find someone sweeter? He looked at her and he knew. He loved his fancy lady. She had a soft voice,… Continue reading

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The beautiful O’Neill Sisters songs and a poem, Tin soldier…

One tin soldier… 1- The color of red, the color of blue and the color of white on my flag. Each color hold great meaning. “White signifies purity and innocence; red, hardiness and… Continue reading

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Only love…

Only love.. Did he pursue her? Or did she pursue him? He was wise and he knew. The women decide the beginnings and the endings. Fa-la-la-la-la, we sang to the rising moon and… Continue reading

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I still miss you…

I still miss you… 1- Dear Bridgette, you saved me once on a September day. Your soft voice and gentle heart calmed the rage of a man, drowning in rage. You held my… Continue reading

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The wicked games, we play…

The wicked games, we play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies. We loved the wicked game. We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin. We… Continue reading

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Love goes, on and on..

Love goes, on and on… 1- The poet’s wisp. Maybe lies, maybe true. He told the night. Life is a game of truth and dare. Do we play or not? Sometimes the truth… Continue reading

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Calmness…

Calmness A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Tired of the angry world.  Calmness Quiet world, safe world. People talking, solving problems. Peace maker voices, being heard. My wishes to the midnight moon. I want my… Continue reading

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My Texas rose…

Texas rose… The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing to… Continue reading

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Black as the night…

Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading

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Grandfather’s roses…

  Grandfather’s roses… My grandfather told me often. We must be like the rose. She sleeps the complete Winter and rebirth yearly stronger and more beautiful. In the hard days of Winter, she… Continue reading

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