Happy New Year
Happy New Year my friends A new year will be born. 2018. 2017 will be closing down. We need to forgive the bad deeds done to us and pray we can… Continue reading
Category Archive: coyote poet
Will you still love me tomorrow’
Will you still love me tomorrow A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song create words and thoughts. Will you still me tomorrow Beautiful Jenni told me. “Baby, two different highways can never be… Continue reading
Cigarettes, whiskey and you’
Cigarettes, whiskey and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words coyotepoetrebloggedmahafsoun mahafsoun Cigarettes, whiskey and you I told you. Flawed and imperfect love. Destined places for the forgotten. We, who wandered on lonely… Continue reading
The color of love’
The color of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The color of love Dear lover. You made me come alive. The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in… Continue reading
Flesh and bones’
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
Tango lullaby’
Tango lullaby Loving lady is waiting for me. Her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tan legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She had her… Continue reading
My Grandfather house
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following… Continue reading
‘Forget me not’
Forget me not A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Forget me not I dreamed of you. I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice,… Continue reading
‘Iodine’
Iodine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Iodine For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love… Continue reading
Remember me, remember us
Remember me, remember us. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Remember me, remember us Pretty lady sat alone by a closed window and she is waiting. She is waiting for a memory. … Continue reading