Kill or be kind…
Kill or be kind.. 1- I told her my lady dressed in black. Thank you for the dance, thank you for the kisses. I will love you till the end of the world… Continue reading
Daily Archive: March 18, 2024
Don’t look for things you don’t want to find…
Don’t look for things you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things you don’t want to find…… Continue reading
When comes a stranger…
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading
Lessons engraved into my mind and into my heart.
Lessons engraved into my mind and into my heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is learning to be wiser and kinder. Lessons engraved into my mind and into my heart… The hollow… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing…
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and I… Continue reading
Seconds in time…
Seconds in time A Poem by Coyote Poetry What would we say to the people who were kind and generous to you? To be able to say goodbye to loves one’s who died when… Continue reading
Can’t return no-more..
Can’t return no more. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and actions can create bridges that can’t be repaired. Can’t return no more.. We can dwell in paradise,Swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.We… Continue reading
Old poetry, same world we live in. Solitude and seclusion..
Solitude and seclusion. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to be blind then see the real world? Solitude and seclusion…. (Man is weak by his own hand, for he has refashioned God’s into… Continue reading
Thoughts about war…
Thoughts about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war and violence. What is left? The dead will not rise.War steal the best from us.Who remember the people in… Continue reading
Like father…
Like father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Blood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face in the mirror. Like father.. I look in the mirror.What do I see?… Continue reading