Coyote Poetry : Writing

Sins of our father's.

Sins of our father's.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.
Killed and killed

Killed and killed

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war.
My last stand will be in New York city.

My last stand will be in New York city.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Two brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace.
At peace at last

At peace at last

A Story by Coyote Poetry


A story for a good friend. Soldiers need to remember the old timers who taught us respect and how to lead.
The Angels don't cry for me.

The Angels don't cry for me.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


A very old poem. I learn you can't be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness.
You did not leave me my friend.

You did not leave me my friend.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them.
If I knew.

If I knew.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness.
The  gray whale

The gray whale

A Story by Coyote Poetry


A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reason to be alive.
Her beauty has not blinded me

Her beauty has not blinded me

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


In my time of living. People can get twisted.
I used to be.

I used to be.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends.