Truth and knowing peace
Truth and knowing peace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thinking too much Truth and knowing peace Sober mornings leave the careless men with decaying love, to swim in… Continue reading
Category Archive: writing
“I want to see you again.” Everyone have their Beatrice. Sometime unreachable.
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories… Continue reading
A poem for the coming Summer days. “I’m no-one. You are everything.”
I’m no-one. You are everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love. I’m no-one. You are everything Old wise men know. The… Continue reading
Time to pause and think . How many more must die for the profit of war??
Ain’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance and love. Never know… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more.
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading
If I knew
If I knew A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we knew the future. Would we have done things differently? If I knew If I knew yesterday was our last day together, was… Continue reading
Life is chance. Sometime less is better than none. “Spin the bottle”
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if you… Continue reading
Love is a careless child.
Love is a careless child. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh Love is a careless child I took my… Continue reading
Broken bones and unkempt promises
Broken bones, unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry This poem had been dancing in my head for days. I hope you enjoy. Broken bones, unkempt promises Fools’ dances in wishes and… Continue reading
A poem for spring. “She wore flowers in her hair”
Thank you Tumbr. She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time. She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams… Continue reading