Roses and lovers.
Roses and lovers. “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Please swirl me one more time.
Please swirl me, one more time.. 1- She told him. Please don’t forget me my love. Tonight we dance with the sea near and the sound of the ocean is our needed song.… Continue reading
A poet’s love and a beautiful Lorde song.
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett “If a… Continue reading
You are my ambrosia. (Adult poetry.)
You are my ambrosia. He loved when he was inside her. The wetness of her warm vagina made him feel madness. Like two becoming one in the dance of passion. They fell into… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? A Poem by Coyote Poetry What is ugly? what is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad.… Continue reading
A fairytale ending.
A fairytale ending. Kind and sweet girl sat alone. Wishing for a better place, wishing for a memory. In her sweet dreams. Love was allowed to win. She wanted a fairytale romance, she… Continue reading
I need more barefoot days.
I need more barefoot days… I want to remember a beautiful Summer day, I want to remember a sweet woman face, I want to remember a kind woman voice. I do remember her… Continue reading
Lovely is.
Lovely is.. Lovely is the six am June sun kissing the sea. Lovely is when the warm sun, sun-kissed my face on a Summer day. Lovely is the laughter of the children, singing… Continue reading
Last bus going to the sea.
Last bus going toward the sea.. 1- I traveled 1500 miles toward the Florida sea. It was the last bus to the ocean. I was reaching for a miracle, I was dreaming of… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading