Monthly Archive: September, 2015

–Roses are red and violets are blue

Roses are red and violets are blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Listening to old and very good music tonight.                        Roses are red and violets are blue. Roses are red. Violets are… Continue reading

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_Break me and make me feel alive

Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful.                       Break me and… Continue reading

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–Ravishing beauty dancing alone

Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade  as many… Continue reading

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–Did I tell you?

Did I tell you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person is thankful for what he has. Did I tell you? I don’t remember if I told you how beautiful you are. I have… Continue reading

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-Fragile love

Fragile love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is tender. A wise person know to be kind and not be negative to the sweet people who attempt to love us.                             Fragile love… Continue reading

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A Secret Meeting

Originally posted on Annie's Poetry:
A Secret Meeting A place between asleep and awake A secret meeting Between midnight and dawn Beneath a moonless sky of shadow velvet The wheeling shadows Slowly…

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-Fire, the flames and you

Fire, the flames and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can inflame us. Fire, the flames and you You are my river of joy. My muse in  the mist of confusion.… Continue reading

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–Whim and follies

Whim and follies I told her. Sometimes good to go slow. Men will eat and eat, not stopping to taste or digest the food. He will forget to cherish the taste, the gentle… Continue reading

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Moonlit Epiphany Follow my Steps (rewritten)

Originally posted on Feed Your Soul & Free Your Spirit:
Moonlit Epiphany Follow my Steps (rewritten) Soft moonlit harmony, follow my steps into tomorrow let no dreams of despair plague my soul shield…

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A garden

Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting Svetlana Valueva A new beginning, A life to grow up my orchid In the walled garden. The walls are made with silence And love, a peaceful place.

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