The color red
teleskier2012Source:redpinkwhite (thank you Tumblr) The color red The sun had fallen into the western sea. The TV is off. You had bathe and put on your favorite red negligee. I… Continue reading
teleskier2012Source:redpinkwhite (thank you Tumblr) The color red The sun had fallen into the western sea. The TV is off. You had bathe and put on your favorite red negligee. I… Continue reading
The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean, memories and old dreams. The silent sea We can be humble by true beauty. Life can weaved us to places and situations.… Continue reading
She had wildflowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry Haunting story and memories can feel like someone else had lived it. Sometime all we have is wildflowers dreams to hold on… Continue reading
Dear lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry People can fall together for the wrong reasons. Dear lover I have learn too late. The words not spoken and the letters never written. Are… Continue reading
Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon life. Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and… Continue reading
Divine Nature A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need long walks into the deep forest. Nature can show us we are just part of a living system that need cooperation of all of… Continue reading
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty.… Continue reading
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading
Am I dead or alive? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem found. Written 1987. Am I dead or alive? Describe emotion. Describe love. Describe pain. For every beautiful moment. Must… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading