Quite echos
Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading
Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading
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
Bare and true A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person. Bare and true She was a noble beauty… Continue reading
No cure for Love. In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment. I tried to forget a woman’s face and green eyes. I tried to forget those long beautiful and soft… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind. My great love Do we support to love but once? Where have my… Continue reading
Bitter branches A Poem by Coyote Poetry J.B Harvey. Her poetic words made me want to write tonight. Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make us feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on… Continue reading
Where the wild roses grow A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two short poems. Where the wild roses grow – I have known I have danced with the sea. I have stood on… Continue reading
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love She was as pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile… Continue reading