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
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
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…. (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
Originally posted on my inspired life:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/img_9130wp.jpg https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/img_9171-1.jpg The desert does have its own beauty, but I can’t hug a cactus, and my thorny friends don’t spark my soul like the laughing leaves…
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
Love don’t live here no-more…. Us, living in a liar’s grave. We can’t see no-more. Once we spoke love words, we listen, we pay attention. Now we are laying in a shallow grave. Waiting… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
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The Poet A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen. The Poet… Many moons ago in the city… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote PoetryYouth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and I needed… Continue reading
A ocean apart… (Written when I was young and love was so sweet.) You are laying heavy upon my sweet dreams and hope.I hold a simple letter in my hands.Your sweet words saved… Continue reading