A love story…
A love story… We didn’t know, love was like a fleeing butterfly. We tried to hold the wind, we tried to stop time, we held our kisses long and sweet. We didn’t know.… Continue reading
A love story… We didn’t know, love was like a fleeing butterfly. We tried to hold the wind, we tried to stop time, we held our kisses long and sweet. We didn’t know.… Continue reading
The first day of Spring poetry A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome mini-poems. We went to the sea and I wrote your name and I love you into the sand. You smiled and you… Continue reading
Savior, liar and sinner… Once I was saved.Pretty red-hair girl took my hands and she whispered.I love you Johnnie. Please don’t die, please live for me.She held me tightly and she sang… Continue reading
Marcella… I found a twenty-five year old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and now… Continue reading
(Downtown Basel, 1979) Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA wise person ensure they take the good road. Beautiful journey. A thousand roads to choose.We can ride into darkness without fear of the… Continue reading
Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading
Yesterday… I am in the Fall of a life. Death whispered in my ears now. Old heart and my tire soul seem to need and want less. Maybe I have given-in, given-up. Once… Continue reading
I’m no-one and you are everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words I’m no-one and you are everything…. I bleed everyday for people who have no concern for me. I work and and… Continue reading
Originally posted on Kim V. Poetry:
I create worlds, From my pain. Honeyed words, From my passion. Dark thoughts, To erase my demons. I write poetry, To find what I lost.
Originally posted on Kim V. Poetry:
My every fantasy, made real, by your fingertips. Warmth radiating from my core. The flames are too hot, But the pain of it is too cold. Is…