Needing and bleeding
Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind. Needing and bleeding I have lived and died in your arms.… Continue reading
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Old poetry and old dreams still the same. “Men, whiskey and dreams of peace”
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by… Continue reading
I try to remember
I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I try to remember Written in 1992/re-written in 2014I tried to remember the curves… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams (for Brigitte)
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving… Continue reading
Everything was you
Everything was you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is everything. When the love is dead. We are too. Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under… Continue reading
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen.
Downtown Austin Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette,… Continue reading
Without knowing love. What did we learn? “I will love you forever and a day.”
“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time. ” I will love you forever and… Continue reading
A poem for the coming Summer days. “I’m no-one. You are everything.”
I’m no-one. You are everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love. I’m no-one. You are everything Old wise men know. The… Continue reading
Broken bones and unkempt promises
Broken bones, unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry This poem had been dancing in my head for days. I hope you enjoy. Broken bones, unkempt promises Fools’ dances in wishes and… Continue reading
A poem for spring. “She wore flowers in her hair”
Thank you Tumbr. She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time. She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams… Continue reading