San Francisco..
San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem… Continue reading
A very old poem. I don’t remember how you looked..
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) I don’t remember how you looked… I don’t remember how you looked.. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
When you lose freedom. What is left? Free bird..
Free bird… We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky in… Continue reading
Wild as the wind..
Wild as the wind… I told her. I need more of your kisses, I need more of your poetry verses by the sea.I needed you yesterday, I need you today and I need… Continue reading
My secret life..
My secret life… I was your boss and teacher once. We shared hours in a locked building. I adored your long legs and auburn hair. Your perfect body unable to be hidden, made… Continue reading
Jazzy Friday poetry..
Jazzy Friday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading
Resemble love..
Resembled love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is rare and hard to find. Resembled love.. Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary… Continue reading
Ancient floors..
Ancient floors.. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading
Katie wrote..
Katie wrote.. Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are the last myth of emotions for love and words. Dead writer in the Winter of his life.… Continue reading