Category Archive: Germany

I didn’t know

I didn’t know A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Enjoy.                          I didn’t know My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only.… Continue reading

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Bare and true

Bare and true A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person.    Bare and true She was a noble beauty… Continue reading

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“Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace”

Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best days of a life. When love is being born.                                Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace. My beautiful enchantress.… Continue reading

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Endings and beginnings

                                         First love. Last love?                  … Continue reading

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“Show me the way to love”

Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.                          Show me the way… Continue reading

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Break me

Words of a insane man A story by Coyote Poetry Long life made me know now. I lived this long because I could accept what was given and I could get up. Better… 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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“I will love you forever and a day.”

“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time.   ” I will love you forever and… Continue reading

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“She serene me with the sweet words of love”

She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words of love leave us weak and needing more.                                 She serene me with the sweet words of love… Continue reading

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My favorite. Good memories become gold with time.

Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.                                    Sweet red wine              … Continue reading

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