Tag Archive: poetry

Whiskey dreams are still the same

Whiskey dreams are still the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children.          … Continue reading

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Love is at my door

                      Love is at my door I whispered your sweet name. My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory. I dream… Continue reading

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A Sergeant Joyce Kilmer poem and one of my poems.

            Tree (Sergeant Joyce Kilmer. Born December 6, 1886-died in battle july 30, 1918. My favorite poem. So beautiful and true.) I think that I shall never see… Continue reading

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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

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The lover, a Soldier prayer.

The Lover, a Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human. The Lover (A soldier prayer) Poor boys and men.… Continue reading

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Midnight rendezvous

                  Midnight rendezvous Woman are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is more wonderful then to see… Continue reading

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The coyote song.

The coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death. The coyote song… Continue reading

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Wildflower 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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Secret love and hidden memory

Secret love and hidden memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone today told me. Write a new poem. Here it is.                           Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today. Made… Continue reading

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Ancient floors

Ancient floors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The… Continue reading

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