“She had Angel wings upon her back”
She had Angels wings upon her back Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
Good day and good song
Good days, good music and lost dreams of utopia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts GOOD DAYS, GOOD MUSIC AND LOST DREAMS OF UTOPIA February 5, 2015 Dear Brothers and sisters… Continue reading
The Poet’s love- First five chapters.
(Need honest opinions) The Poet’s love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new story The Poet’ love The old Poet loved the country of Honduras. He had come here often in his… Continue reading
The Poet’s love-part five
The Poet’s love- Life, God and men. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. (For Susana Chavez Castillo-Mexican Poet-Please don’t forget her) The Poet’s Love- Life, God and men. Lawrence… Continue reading
Susana Chavez Castillo-I remember you
Susana Chávez Castillo (November 5, 1974 – c. January 6, 2011) was a Mexican poet and human rights activist who was born and lived most of her life in her hometown of… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving… Continue reading
I Am Secrets: Voices from the Veil VI
Originally posted on Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver:
I am Secrets, Slumbering here by the creek, Sunlight hitting my rainbow heart As I glisten like a blanket Over my bed of grass and lady fern,…
TO MY PRINCESS – I Will Not Die
Please read and enjoy the work of a Talented man. Mihran Kalaydjian's Official Blog TO MY PRINCESS – I Will Not Die Stay or go I cant stand it anymore. You must know… Continue reading
Drifting into Bliss ~ #poetry #freeverse
Originally posted on Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos:
I drift Into the clouds Thoughts linger like the mist Early morning wakes, yet I Continue to sleep Aware and unaware, Ascending, descending Lost…
In sight of land
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Mercy is an unexpected hand, steadying Mercy feels like rain Mercy hurts as laughter will, the first time you smile again Mercy is a series of white flowers, forging…