Some days can be perfect….
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. Some… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Ghost, demons, lovers and lonely corridors…
Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors….. The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and angels. The lonely corridors make us wish for less harsh words and less goodbyes. Once friendly… Continue reading
Lilac wine….
Lilac wine…. Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air.You were my Spring love, my Summer delight.… Continue reading
The Word Arranger
Originally posted on Kaushal Kishore:
I’m neither a poet nor a writerI’m just a word arrangertaking words that are already therein written or spoken formsin a dictionary or a thesaurusor in myriad books…
gods’ breath
Originally posted on A Soul in Pieces:
Poison plagues horizons where waste gathers might. Beset by all, gods waft it away then fall to their knees, breathless. ~ Mother screams, “It is not…
The cursed lullaby…
The cursed lullaby… Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading
Gin and juice lullaby
The gin and juice lullaby… Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I could.… Continue reading
Poesy…
Poesy…. (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the falseness of fame,they allow praise to fall from their thoughts.Old Poets understand the beauty of the sun rising from the east,allowing opportunity for new dreams and… Continue reading
Tumbleweed Spirit
Originally posted on my inspired life:
You scratched me, sometimes bringing blood to the surface. Wrapped in play and imagination, I did not notice. You offered see-through walls, never permanent. We lived in…
Maybe Bukowski and a Bukowski verbal poem.
Maybe Bukowski? A Poem by Coyote PoetryYears ago. I met Bukowski in California. I didn’t know who he was, at the time. He read my work and he told me. Good stuff and we… Continue reading