Love letter never send..
Love letter never send.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I have many letters never send. Sometime words can lose value. Best to stay safe and sound is poor advice. Today I know. Better to… Continue reading
Love letter never send.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I have many letters never send. Sometime words can lose value. Best to stay safe and sound is poor advice. Today I know. Better to… Continue reading
The threads of life. Fate and destiny A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life leave no guarantees. Must take chances. Like we are walking upon tender threads that easily break. The threads of life.… Continue reading
The mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever. The mystical… Continue reading
Broken promises and forgotten places.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise man accept responsibility for his actions. Broken promises and lost places.. I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers… Continue reading
She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time. She wore flowers in her hair… I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my… Continue reading
The lines in the sand. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Come a time where we must decide what we truly need. The lines in the sand.. Two people had reached the end.The lines… Continue reading
Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games. Coffee shop conversation…… Continue reading
Alone in the darkness A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people lose their way and can’t find real peace. Alone in the darkness.. The chronicle of life are stages. We can act many… Continue reading
Stone to flesh A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to believe in nothing. Needing only self-gain. Lonely death for a man who held wealth and power. Stone to flesh… They say writers, musicians… Continue reading
Flesh and bones.. (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain. I stood with so many victories. I realized… Continue reading