On the thread of a word…
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry. A poem. On the thread of a word… (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
I Am A Dreamer
Originally posted on yaskhan:
I am a dreamer-Floating in the celestial Between your world and mine:Only to return to poetry We meet on the notes of a violin In the sepia of memory…
Fool’s gold….
Fool’s gold…. Once we held hands and we talks of the great escape. We drank expresso coffee and we walked on the Monterey pier. I savored your sweet voice and I remember. I… Continue reading
Smoke and mirrors..
Smoke and mirrors… Smoke and mirrors we became. Once we locked our doors and we believed love was life. On a hot Summer day, we made promises we could not keep. Who is… Continue reading
The 3 am prayer…
The 3 am prayer…. The dance hall closed down at 2 am in Belton, Texas. He would go to the Belton Lake, drink the Jack Daniel and howl at the moon. Maybe he… Continue reading
Please tell me a story…
Please tell me a story… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
Celestial beauty….
Celestial beauty A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. Celestial beauty… “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion You are my folly and my blessings.You are my perfect night and my sweetest… Continue reading
Lover, lover, lover…
Lover, lover, lover… Burning desire… Locked doors took us to the utopia of the embrace and the sweet kiss. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background. Love was new… Continue reading
velvet leaves ~
Originally posted on tornadoday:
I’ve been warned there is a dreamer rests beneath my collar bone spends the night curled beneath me – a fiery furnace made of stone sometimes words can resurrect…
Sad brown eyes…
Sad brown eyes… A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I… Continue reading