Tag Archive: Poem

‘true splendor’

(Thank you Tumblr for photo and mahafsoun)   True splendor   My timeless beauty. My wild and uncontrolled dream. You are my forbidden wish. My secret dance needed in a fragile world. You… Continue reading →

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As pretty as a perfect painting

(As pretty as a perfect painting A Poem by Coyote Poetry) As pretty as a perfect painting She told me. You make me feel beautiful and wanted and I told her. Beauty is… Continue reading →

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I dreamed of you

I dreamed of you   I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind, City of… Continue reading →

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‘Medicine’

Beautiful girl   She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars. Her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze. I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me… Continue reading →

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‘The portrait of you’

The portrait of you   Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of perfection. I was flattered when you condemn me to loving you forever by a gesture of hello… Continue reading →

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Can you see? the truth.

Can you see? The truth. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.   “I was once asked why I don’t participate in anti-war demonstrations. I said that I will never do that, but… Continue reading →

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‘My Joan of Arc

My Joan of Arc   She painted her make-up upon perfect skin and she turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real… Continue reading →

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‘If we make it through December’

If we make it through December   Pretty Jenny was long-legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin… Continue reading →

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‘The fragrant of love’

The fragrant of love   I whispered to your closed and resting eyes. I love you, I love you. I need you, I need you. I kissed your face and I kissed your… Continue reading →

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The song of the living’

The song of the living   The song of the living, the song of the dead Songs sung to celebrate life and death.   I knew a Scotland beauty. She was a rare… Continue reading →

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