Tattoos

tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time.                               Tattoos My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos?… Continue reading

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Blue

Originally posted on lavender lilies:
At the end of a summers night the daffodils and the lady bugs tuck in their babes to sweet clouds of salted mist. From the shore the sirens…

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Pretence

Originally posted on The Veiled Facet:
Trust me, I’m tired of the fasle pretence. Tired of telling you ‘ I’m fine ‘ every day. It’s been too long that I have acted, But…

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Just whispers to Lake Huron

Just whispers to Lake Huron A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Just whispers to the Lake Huron You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me Johnnie. Can’t wait… Continue reading

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“Breathe”

Breathe A Poem by Coyote Poetry You are my joy. You are everything and everything is you. . Breathe You undressed with the lights on. I watched you slowly take away LAYERS of… Continue reading

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“The threshold”

The threshold A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can be given motivation by the words of great poets. Thank you Rene Salinas for loaning me a verse. “The threshold, wide and the appearance… Continue reading

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Don’t make me sad

Don’t make me sad. Don’t make me cry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need a good song. We need good times and laughter. Life moved too quickly. Don’t make me sad. Don’t… Continue reading

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Love had made me know madness.

Break me Please break me. Make me bleed and show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my… Continue reading

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“The Waltz”

The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were… Continue reading

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“A GLOW OF HOPE”

Originally posted on THE UNPREDICTABLE :
Huddling in the long shadow of winter, Roots tied to the dark soil. The magnolia tree now sends a glow into- The cold whiteness. Its tiny purple buds…

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