Tag Archive: Relationships

More Sunday poetry. The prettiest girl in my world..

The prettiest girl in my world.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Pretty places, pretty faces. We need the canvas of perfects days and kind people, always in our heart.  The prettiest girl in my… Continue reading →

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The ballad of the pissed-off girl..

The ballad of the pissed-off lady… She was unbounded and a wounded pretty lady drinking alone. She loved the silence, she loved the whiskey and she loved the sea. She didn’t want to… Continue reading →

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Toxic..

Toxic Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the siren called. Foolish men fall to the landscape of… Continue reading →

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Please read to me my dear lover..

Please read to me my dear lover.. Longing, belonging, needing and believing. You are my reasons to live my love. Falling, soaring and flying to new heights in hope and dreams. Please sweet… Continue reading →

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Brigid..

Beautiful is the night, wonderful is the day. Dear Brigid. You make my mind come alive again and my heart hopeful.                        … Continue reading →

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I remember..

I remember…… 1- We touched like lovers once. We needed to hold hands like lovers do. Softly I held your hands and our fingers dance into a perfect waltz. Interlacing, moving and yearning… Continue reading →

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I would steal the moon for you..

 I would steal the moon for you.. My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven near the sea, small tent and sleeping bag. We drank tequila with the… Continue reading →

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The liar’s moon..

The liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A half moon night. Maybe a few white lies are allowed.”                          Liar’s moon.. The… Continue reading →

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My Masterpiece.

My masterpiece Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She create a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything… Continue reading →

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The irony of a love tale, maybe love? Maybe not.

The irony of  a love tale, maybe love, maybe not?  She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading →

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