Tag Archive: Poem

The fortunate one

My true love (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978-rewritten in 2014) The fortunate one   The feeling of joy is you. I have been submerge in your sweet kiss and tender… Continue reading

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Little wildflower’

My little wildflower   My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of warm and perfect Spring days. I sat at her… Continue reading

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‘My wild Texas rose’

My wild Texas rose Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all places together. When the moon took over the night sky. People from different places… Continue reading

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Make me believe dear Poet.

Pretty words   Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She… Continue reading

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You are my masterpiece

You are my masterpiece   I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember… Continue reading

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‘Love tragedy’

Love tragedy   I remember the hello. So sweet and kind. You were a wild girl in a woman body. You made me learn to dance, learn to climb the fault lines of… Continue reading

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Our children

Our children A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Our children “Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself” Kahlil Gibran My child, you have… Continue reading

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‘With you’

With you I saw the four corners of the world seeking perfect place. I wanted to observe the rare views of a lucky life, I stood in the clouds upon the giant mountains,… Continue reading

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‘Miss nothing, miss everything’

Miss nothing, miss everything.   We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable.We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain and… Continue reading

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‘The fierce desire’

The fierce desire   Old man sat by the sea with the young pretty Poet. She asked him. “What do we cherish? What will we remember?” Will we remember joy or love or… Continue reading

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