–Nothing last forever
Nothing last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn the value of words with life. Sometime words can be forgotten and dismissed. Nothing last forever (Written on March 6, 1989 I… Continue reading
Nothing last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn the value of words with life. Sometime words can be forgotten and dismissed. Nothing last forever (Written on March 6, 1989 I… Continue reading
I remember you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and poetry I remember you You taught me what love was. You taught me what tenderness could be my Scotland beauty. You… Continue reading
The silence and the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the sea, the wind and rebirth each day hopeful and ready. The silence and the sea Blessed… Continue reading
Secret love A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love You bared your words, exposed secret places… Continue reading
A little death A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A little death Silky skin, wine and song took us here. You are as pretty as the rising sun my love. Honey, dear… Continue reading
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink. I… Continue reading
My Great Love – Poem by John Castellenas Poet’s Page Poems Comments Stats Biography Send Message Poems by John Castellenas : 7 / 14 « prev. poem next poem » My Great Love… Continue reading
coyotepoet The memory of you, coffee and I. The smell of coffee, ancient coffee shops and you. Blessed memories upon on old heart and mind. Once, you were my only fan. I… Continue reading
She danced by the light of the candles. I sat by the bay. I watched the sun fall into the sea. I was a street poet of the night. I wore Army greens… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories get better with time. Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea… Continue reading