“Poetry, drink and your memory”
Poetry, drink and your memory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Some short poetry. The ray of the sun Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He… Continue reading
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“The sparkle in your eyes”
The sparkles in your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and places. The sparkles in your eyes I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world… Continue reading
All my love
All my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and amazing song. All my love(Short poetry for love) — I knew We danced, we loved. I loved your perfect face and I… Continue reading
I told my children-Live a Hemingway life
Je t’aime A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and… Continue reading
“Glorious love”
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at… Continue reading
I gave my love to you, dear Bearice
I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatice A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice Was Monterey, was the sea near. It was… Continue reading
“Mercy and friendship my friend. We need”
Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need mercy and good friends to survive this life. The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d. It… Continue reading
Photos and short poetry about war
Short poetry 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… Continue reading
“I’m no-one and you are everything”
I’m no-one and you are everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I’m no-one and you are everything I bleed everyday for people who have no concern for me. I work… Continue reading
“The Poet”
The Poet A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen. The Poet Many moons ago in… Continue reading