“Bittersweet goodbye”
Bittersweet goodbye A Poem by Coyote Poetry Goodbyes are necessary. Need closure to all things. Bittersweet closure “I walk up to her house. I celebrated one year with this young woman. In… Continue reading
Bittersweet goodbye A Poem by Coyote Poetry Goodbyes are necessary. Need closure to all things. Bittersweet closure “I walk up to her house. I celebrated one year with this young woman. In… Continue reading
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord,… Continue reading
Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children. Grandson said Memorial poetry I stopped by the nearby location for… Continue reading
Cocoa beach A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places and old memories Cocoa beach I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa… Continue reading
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers. The… Continue reading
hkong71(Thank you Tumblr) lovely1969Source: Legs She was enjoying the first warm day of Spring. Barely cloths and knowing she was driving me mad. I watched her read her book. My eyes worshiping… Continue reading
The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean, memories and old dreams. The silent sea We can be humble by true beauty. Life can weaved us to places and situations.… Continue reading
She had wildflowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry Haunting story and memories can feel like someone else had lived it. Sometime all we have is wildflowers dreams to hold on… Continue reading
Dear lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry People can fall together for the wrong reasons. Dear lover I have learn too late. The words not spoken and the letters never written. Are… Continue reading