Would you, could you?
O so sweet, O so soft My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you. Would you, could you,… Continue reading
O so sweet, O so soft My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you. Would you, could you,… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
(thekillmanual Been gone for a while. Portrait by Jordan Torri) Tumblr amazing poet and writer Anna Childs I was told The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told… Continue reading
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well, can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies. They gather in the Winter to celebrate life… Continue reading
The perfect sea The golden dust was upon us, the warm day made the sea sweeter and more wonderful. You released your sundress and swirl in a free-fall dance near the… Continue reading
I would steal the moon for you I loved her and she loved me. I spoke lullabies of love to her when the sun fell into the sea. She would… Continue reading
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes. He knew she was… Continue reading
The weeping song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to… Continue reading
The Coyote is dancing Once, locked-up man knew the solace and the mercy of the kind lakes. Once, the free man danced with the stars and the moon. In the mist of the… Continue reading