A very old poem. “So beautiful”
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light… Continue reading
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light… Continue reading
A witness to life A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must remember friends and family missed. I believe. When we speak or write about them. We bring them back to our hearts and… Continue reading
The stranger and Poet song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reasons to write this morning. The stranger song Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on… Continue reading
Originally posted on SEAT OF MY SOUL:
Innuendo’s in ante meridiem whispers of the wind through the eyes of an innocent child where I can dream and capture the stars visions of my…
The fall and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words coyotepoetrebloggeddailykaya(Thank you Tumblr) The Fall and you The lazy days of Fall had left me with you. Just a swing and… Continue reading
Originally posted on wordsography:
Sitting in a coffee shop She was losing her mind over her loneliness . Asking the reason of roaming lone on a empty streets . She asked herself the…
My eyes adored you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Frankie Valli and the Four seasons. My eyes adored you My sweet dream, my first dream and my last dream. I loved… Continue reading
Breathe A Poem by Coyote Poetry You are my joy. You are my everything and everything is you. Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.… Continue reading
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best days of a life. When love is being born. Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace. My… Continue reading
Originally posted on Victoria Naa Takia Nunoo's Blog:
Don’t we all have our sails up anticipating a sand gathered shore with fallen coconuts Haven’t we all at sometime rowed our oars…