Originally posted on PoeTea:
(An excerpt from) THE WASTELAND I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull…
Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars… Continue reading
I called your name A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and good music. I called your name Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First… Continue reading
Originally posted on Midwest Fantasy Writes:
Her poetry exposed parts of her she didn’t realize existed didn’t understand where they hid all these years and now didn’t want to let go ©MidwestFantasy 05/08/2017 Art-…
Originally posted on The Darkest Fairytale:
As I stand On this empty street, Black snow falls It’s a sign of defeat. There is no hope I can’t see any flares, This feels like…
You crossed my mind in the midnight hours A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a wild dance. Leave us holding tightly. Hoping forever with the breaking dawn ready to end the perfect… Continue reading
I don’t need you A Poem by Coyote Poetry words do have great power and strength. I don’t need you At the Purgatory Inn. Old men wisdom mean little. Dead men wisdom is… Continue reading
Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
embrace all that is today, imbibe all that this moment showers, hold on tightly to the fleeting whispers, of a mirage of wild country flowers, for who…
Wounded Angel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wounded Angel My sad friend. Please smile for me. Stay with… Continue reading
