‘Little Wildflower”
Little Wildflower A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and photo. tinnacriss: Little wildflower by bwaworga Little wildflower My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are… Continue reading
Little Wildflower A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and photo. tinnacriss: Little wildflower by bwaworga Little wildflower My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are… Continue reading
The portrait of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words imickeyd:(Thank you Tumblr) Nicole – Peter Coulson The portrait of you Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of… Continue reading
Merry Christmas and Thank you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Merry Christmas Merry Christmas A man came to my door. He looked safe. He requested food for the people in need. I… Continue reading
Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expands and… Continue reading
Lessons engraved into the mind and heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is learning to be wiser and kinder. Lessons engraved into the mind and the heart. The hollow hours leave… Continue reading
Stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Stay with me I sip… Continue reading
Lover, lover, lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reason to write. Burning desire Locked doors. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background. Love was… Continue reading
Reflections A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words have great power. Use them well. Reflection Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering… Continue reading
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 you… Continue reading
Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me and… Continue reading