The dance of Delia.
The dance of Delia. Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry“Chapter one.” Tongue is Sea From the dark comes the lightFrom the words you write Light is energyLike your love for me Your spoken… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Pretty Jen.
Pretty Jen. Was I running toward you or running from you?You were so damn pretty and so confused.I loved you once, in 1986 and we were just babies. We try to use-up every… Continue reading
I was condemned after I saw your face.
I was condemned after I saw your face. I was looking for the wide-open road and some kind of freedom. She sat alone on a barren road on the back road of Texas… Continue reading
Live, my friends.
Live. Live my friends. Dead men don’t complain, liars always lie. Sleeping men cannot see or feel. What is real and what is not? Took a war for me to learn to live.… Continue reading
So beautiful.
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful.. (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as an early morning sunrise, as bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading
Stay with me.
Stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Stay with me. I sipped my… Continue reading
Steal a kiss.
Steal a kiss. I would, I should. If I could, I shall. Just a small taste, with the stars and moon above. I would steal a kiss. And I would tell you. You… Continue reading
Love is a careless child. And beautiful Katy Claire song.
Love is a careless child. Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the fearless man. His boldness lacked the confident of his youth. He had learn… Continue reading
The fires, the yearning eyes.
1- Some fire begun and they can’t never be put out, beautiful smile, kind words and tender touches. Open doors, never to be closed. 2- Those eyes stole my thoughts; you are miracle… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars and to the crying midnight moon.
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars and to the crying midnight moon. Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find… Continue reading