where the inspiration lies

yes she,

Wild like the winds
unsteady like the waves.
She is fearless.

She knows,
where to bloom
how to bloom again.

You may call her selfish
but, yes ,
she cares less about
what you want, and,
more about,
what she wants.

Flowing like the water
and drowning everything that comes her way,
she knows to make the way
all lone and gallant.

She ,
yes she
She is fearless.

She’s busy chasing her dreams,
like the way
you are busy chasing people

She’s busy struggling her biggest battles,
and all those silent wars
running deep within
her chests.

She’s busy finding courage,
to walk away
from everything
that affects her mental health.

She’s busy loving herself,
which she always should have done
from the very beginning.

She’s busy letting go off people,
who have hurt her.

She’s busy not trying to repaint those…

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You are my poetry..


You are my poetry

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Just words.


                             You are my poetry
Forlorn love, treasured memories.
You used to read poetry to me by the candle light.
You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard.
Once we undressed with the lights on,
once we talks till 3 am,
once we never parted.
Love was us and you were love.
Once spoken words of love, now are silence.
Did I forget? Did we forget?
Once we wanted more,
once we were one in dreams.
Tonight I bought sweet red wine,
red roses and kind words.
I told her,
love need proof,
love need evident,
kind love need to be remembered.
I will stop the world for you,
find the place where love was right.
Please forgive me for being lost.

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Alisa Fineman song and some words.

Please Come Visit!


A Poem by Coyote Poetry

Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.

  I remember you.

The summer days were long and
the splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.
Beckon us to the sea.

The heat of hot Summer  days,
thaw our cold hearts.
The beauty of Monterey coastline,
purify the sadness and losses of living.

I remember you.
Waiting for me on the sand.
You called me the laughing Poet.
A fugitive and faithful friend.

You were my sanctuary and imperfect Angel.

Your blue eyes would watch the waves dance on the shore for hours.
Allowing the Pacific Ocean to erode layers of disappointment away.

I would bring wine and bread.
You would bring the tequila and
you sipped it slowly out of the bottle.
We never wallows in old dreams,
we recanted new great dreams.

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