So beautiful…
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful…. (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise, as bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless… Continue reading
Fable love…
Fable love… I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
Dinle
Originally posted on SaphilopeS:
Kucağını açtı okyanusOrmanın gözyaşlarına Kocaman fil rüya gördüBaşladı fısıltılarYerGökKum ve çöl Oysa ay şahittiHer şey güzelken yerinde Gözlerini kapat dinleOkyanusun sesiniVe penguenlerle yürüGüzel gözlü fok balıklarına bak Bu güzel…
Beautiful Journey….
Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA wise person ensure they take the good road. Beautiful journey…. A thousand roads to choose.We can ride into darkness without fear of the consequences ortake the… Continue reading
My Winter love…
My Winter love A Poem by Coyote PoetryCold days seem to bring people closer. My winter love…. I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory. I dreamed of… Continue reading
Dreams of sweet dreams and nightmares….
Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares. A Poem by Coyote PoetryI’m old today. The people who accept war as norm. Will they accept their children dying for religion and hate? Dance of sweet… Continue reading
The animal….
The animal. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWho is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner? (Germany death camp 1945.) Men of hate keep a-coming. Who will stop them? If we don’t… Continue reading
Would God Judge me?
A amazing poem shared. We are more the same than different.
I was only nineteen…
I was just nineteen…15,000 days ago, he was a soldier. He learns the soldier’s minute, fight or die? kill or run?Young man thought he was saving his world, he came home, was called… Continue reading
The willow tree….
The willow trees….. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright-eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you by… Continue reading