The death of love. A lonely lullaby.
The death of love. A lonely lullaby… 1- Once upon a time, you came to me at midnight and you went to my bedroom. You stripped off your clothing and you waited for… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: November, 2025
I tried to remember.
I tried to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I tried to remember I tried to remember the curves of your body. Us blindfolded… Continue reading
The lines in the sand.
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
The dance.
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading
Rear-end of a so-call love.
Rear-end of a so-call love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than none. Rear-end of a so-call love. She poured the tequila.Told me I’m the only one. I whispered..To the only… Continue reading
Poetry by Joyce Kilmer and Ben Jonson. And our poetry for the trees.
The trees A Poem by Coyote Poetry I had a tree poem in my head for weeks. I hope it is worthwhile to read. Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never see… Continue reading
The song of love.
The song of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today. The song of love. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true… Continue reading
I see you; do you see me?
Just a few quotes. Enjoy your life and tried not to damage or waste too much on the road of living. I love you can be spoken with the eyes. Words are sweet.… Continue reading
Looking for Sara.
Looking for Sara.. 1- Once he loved a beautiful gal and he told her.I am Winter and you are Spring.He told her on a cold Winter Day.Beautiful Sara, please sing to me, please… Continue reading
She requested a poem. I gave her three.
1- A Summer day… The birds were singing near me. Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children. The sun-kissed my face and I told the Goddess of the lake. Thank… Continue reading