Monthly Archive: March, 2015

A new poem. Can’t go back

Can’t go back A Poem by Coyote Poetry After breaking a heart. Better not to look back. Can’t return back to the place of sweetness, after burning down the bridges with bad actions… Continue reading

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“The karma of love”

The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love.      The Karma of Love Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the… Continue reading

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The Kind You Marry

The questions of love. Are answered correctly by wise people who hold on tight. Who know love is rare and the greatest gift. Wasting the gift of love demand payment. Loneliness.

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He Smiled At Me

Originally posted on Poems and Petals:
He caught my eye He said hello He smiled at me He smiled at me My knees are weak My tummy’s flipped I feel alive He smiled…

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You Are Like The Ocean Surf

Originally posted on Siren Whispers:
You are like the ocean surf Whose initial foray onto rock or sand Was intense and commanding Brooking no resistance And as you receded Parts of this new…

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We will pay for every sin. “I left a lady crying”

I left a lady crying A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just some words.                                     I left a lady crying Lady true lay down alone. Words of love left her upside down and alone.… Continue reading

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not perfect …

Originally posted on Poetry's Passion Blog ツ:
not perfect … don’t hand to me that halo it’s sure to slip down, and when it does i’ll choke on perfection as i drown.. don’t…

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“Beautiful Brigitte”

Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 34 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who picks me up and allow me to gain… Continue reading

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“Please stay with me tonight”

Please stay with me tonight I lay beside you and embraced you tightly. I felt the heat of your flesh and I saw in your eyes. Asking me to stay and go in… Continue reading

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Rebirth

Originally posted on Echoes and Reflections:
Maybe we were trees In our former life Side by side Roots deeply tangled Branches barely touching And when the Moon Performed its sonata Our leaves sang…

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