Love tragedy
Love tragedy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. Love tragedy I remember the hello. So sweet and… Continue reading
Love tragedy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. Love tragedy I remember the hello. So sweet and… Continue reading
Break me Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading
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
Now and forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words to her. Now and forever Old soldier, a dying man drank alone. He returned home after 10 years of war, travel and sin.… Continue reading
Bad to the bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music took me to good days and places. Bad to the bones (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know… Continue reading
Free-falling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine… Continue reading
My Winter love Pretty German girl whispered to me sweet and tender words at the German tavern. Dear Johnnie. Only wine become better with time and people who dance on nails and lies.… Continue reading
Sweet bondage. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of beauty. Elixir of the sweet kiss and to get lost in the eye of the woman with the sea in her clear blue… Continue reading
Dear Autumn Christine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Autumn Christine I remember when I saw you standing alone and I went to you. I told you. You are so damn… Continue reading
Leather and lace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song allowed us to create good poetry. Leather and lace I have played the monster, the demon and the abuser. I was left… Continue reading