“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
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“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
“The perfect sea”
The perfect sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words coyotepoetrebloggedivefreya coyotepoet The perfect sea You lifted your red dress and you walked into the sea. Perfect feet danced with the moving waves.… 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
Martin Luther King Jr.
Martin Luther King Jr. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A great man day is on 16 January. Please think of him this day. A man who wanted equality and peace. We need men… Continue reading
Painted memories
Painted memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Painted memories My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. I have so many canvases of us. You and I. Mirror reflections finding proper place. I… 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
“Spin the bottle”
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. He told me. “Damn if… Continue reading
“Ravishing beauty dancin alone”
Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to break down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade as many… 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