“She was a diamond”
She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a Diamond 20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasted… Continue reading
Category Archive: love
“Midnight rendezvous”
Midnight rendezvous Woman are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is more wonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and mind… Continue reading
“Song of the dead and the song of the living?
Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places Song of the dead and the song of the living. I… Continue reading
“Did I tell you?”
Did I tell you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person is thankful for what he has. Did I tell you? I don’t remember if I told you how beautiful you are. I have… Continue reading
“You are my ocean”
You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt the safety of her… Continue reading
“Recollections”
Recollections A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Recollections ————————————————————————————————————————- Kellie I was intoxicated by you. My beautiful dark eyes muse, you made me beg for seconds of time, to be near you.… Continue reading
“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. You… Continue reading
“I remember you”
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were… Continue reading
“The silent sea”
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
One of my favorites-Dreaming of Scotland
Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget. Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Continue reading