The last person standing..
The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend. The last person standing… Last person standing…. (Will the last man… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Resembled love..
Resembled love.. Pretty as a perfect picture and she gave me sly smile and a wink.I was weary of a beautiful woman who tempted me and ran. She listened to my poetry and… Continue reading
Bad love..
Bad love.. I felt the darkness of the night overtaking the lights of the day. Stealing away the gentleness that is left in me. The once sweet memories had turn to a cancer.… Continue reading
Home, sweet home..
Home, sweet home.. (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and us soldiers, we have read every book… Continue reading
The blue dress…
The blue dress.. I found you sitting alone at your family party. Your once fiery hazel eyes, grey with sadness. I asked you. How are your dear Belinda? You are still so beautiful.… Continue reading
Break me. Madness and broken promises.
Break me.. Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading
The Lost Generation. Part one.
The Lost Generation.. Part one. I was dream-writing again tonight. I believe in reincarnation. I believe I have lived many lives and I was a soldier in every one. I was told by… Continue reading
The Fall sweet honey..
The Fall sweet honey> Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh Fall Michigan sweet honey.She told me, if you want me.Must leave your tomb and find me, a divided… Continue reading
A miracle..
(A miracleA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words.) A miracle.. Pale skin, hazel eyes andeloquence words we shared. You confessed small secrets,I told you some. I savored your words andwe longed and learned. To… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot..
She used to love me a lot.. I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading