Steal a memory, borrow a memory..
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories become our wealth in old age. Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories become our wealth in old age. Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn… Continue reading
Lilac wine… —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her… Continue reading
Can’t take my mind off you…….. —Feel like million year ago and once, you and I believed in love.—- —I ran from your memory, I tried to forget your face. The running man… Continue reading
As Long As The Grass Shall Grow He told the prettiest girl in his world, thank you for staying with me.I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and you allowed… Continue reading
The cold night whispered… The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turn indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading
My great love … I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens, who can… Continue reading
I am here… Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his shoulder,… Continue reading
The silence and the sea. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need to listen to the sea, the wind and rebirth each day hopeful and ready. The silence and the sea…. Blessed is the… Continue reading
In the field of perfection… I wished upon the first star of the new night, I wished for warm Spring days, good drink, long days and warm kisses. I want to drink in… Continue reading
Spring Equinox A Poem by Coyote Poetry Waiting for Spring Spring Equinox… Winter cold touch was needed. Needed frost for the… Continue reading