One of oldest and one of my favorite. My lady
My lady My lady, I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched. I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your… Continue reading
Category Archive: love
Happy Mother day. Grandmother and mother are the teacher of love and kindness.
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life. Ojibwa… Continue reading
“She had Angels wings upon her back.”
She had Angels wings upon her back Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
“A woman like you”
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be… Continue reading
“You are in Paris and I’m here”
You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts. You are in Paris and I’m here I hurt myself again today and I allowed… Continue reading
Happy Mother’s day “Memory of mother”
Memory of a Mother (I was raised by my stepmother Sonja. A beautiful and wonderful lady who died too young.) Names given are earned. Not easy to become. You were a mother to… Continue reading
“The sparkles in your eyes”
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… Continue reading
“The Waltz”
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves… Continue reading
“Beautiful journey”
Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person ensure they take the good road. Beautiful journey. A thousand roads to choose. We can ride into darkness without fear of the… Continue reading
“The canvas of love”
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great… Continue reading