Don’t look at me with disappointment.
Don’t look at me with disappointment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must remember we set the example. Lead with concern, kindness and hope. Don’t look at me with disappointment. Don’t look at… Continue reading
Don’t look at me with disappointment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must remember we set the example. Lead with concern, kindness and hope. Don’t look at me with disappointment. Don’t look at… Continue reading
Wisdom of a long life. When we are born.Even the poorest of people have opportunities. Outcasts and poor folks seem to work harder.They appreciate every small or large victory.They grasp books and reach… Continue reading
The Gospel told by a common man A Poem by Coyote Poetry World is going crazy. USA need to reset our goals. Mask men roaming the USA create chaos. Why? The Gospel told by… Continue reading
No takebacks my dear friend. Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart, and I spoke cold and heartless words. I should have never said. The… Continue reading
The boardwalk. The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Bad behavior. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
The rising sun, the falling moon. “Save someone and you will save yourself, Save many and you shall learn peace.” Prettiest lady, I have ever seen, she danced with the Lake Superior waves.… Continue reading
A Spring flower A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for my story- Poet’s love A Spring flower. Was a Spring flower.So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower.That reached for the sky.The sky… Continue reading
The shadows are dancing. She told me, dear poet. Your love isn’t dead; your love is sleeping. She was a perfect North Dakota girl dancing with a Michigan boy in the city of the… Continue reading
Lovers in Paris. She whispered to me, “O my love, O my love. Make me feel alive. I plucked a rose for us today and I told the red rose. Where had my… Continue reading