‘The touch of life’
The touch of life A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words She sat alone on top of Himalayas mountains. She knew the ending was coming for mankind. Her flowing long strawberry blond hair… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Geografia de amar…
Originally posted on De que servem as rosas?:
Traças cada curva do meu corpo com os dedos, cada caminho onde se escondem todos os meus medos, como que se um mapa explorasses, terra…
‘One sweet wish’
One sweet wish A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old poem with a rewrite. Written in Jan 1993 One sweet wish Was a Austin, Texas hot Summer night. Pretty women wearing shorts and… Continue reading
Wishing for warm days- Summer day
Summer day The sun is bright and the day is very warm. I watch you walk on the path to the sea and your face is worshiping the sun. I walk behind you.… Continue reading
When a woman smile
When a woman smiled My heart stopped and my world become perfect. When your gift of your beautiful smile and laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your gentle… Continue reading
reflection of thoughts–needs sensibility of firmness
Originally posted on umaverma12:
Perception is not about how much you are feeling, perceiving of that things, which you are observing. It’s about how much you have persistence to understand with genuine. ©uma_undefined…
The Coyote is dancing.
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
‘You drove me to madness’
You drove me to madness I remember the Summer days spend with you, my love. Hots day became hotter nights. You were a ravishing and tempting beauty. You loved the sea and you… Continue reading
‘The black night and the shadow dance
The black night and the shadow dance A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading
The lullaby’
The lullaby The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea. A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring day. “Come live with me and be my… Continue reading