Category Archive: trees

“Trees”

Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that… Continue reading

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For nature and peace–The trees

the trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read.   Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I… Continue reading

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_The trees. Three poems for nature.

the trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read.   Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I… Continue reading

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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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Please come home to me.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just good song and story.                       Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told… Continue reading

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“Be an flexible branch than an dead root”

Be an flexible branch than an dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader.                             Be an… Continue reading

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“The trees”

The trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read. Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall… Continue reading

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Cairn

Cairn (Thank you Corsett. A amazing Writers Cafe writer. Please enjoy and read) A Poem by Corset   (Writers Cafe)/johncoyote.wordpress.com O’ Jerusalem tree,  were we as perfect we would have no voice, nor raise… Continue reading

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The Raven and the Coyote

The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.                              The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken… Continue reading

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Last person standing

Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend.                                Last person standing I had a bad dream. A realistic… Continue reading

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