Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
I dream of you..
I dream of you… I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind and beautiful, City… Continue reading
Carved memories…
Carved memories… I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you and I traced… Continue reading
Hands of stone…
Hands of stone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of rock, soft and tender to the people we love and care for Hands of stone… Life is hard. Gentleness is… Continue reading
I weep, the world weep for the children of war..
Everybody knows. Part two. I weeps, the world weep. “What peace can be, where both to one pretend.” John Dryden “This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.This… Continue reading
I don’t need you..
I don’t need you At the Purgatory Inn. Old poet told me. Old men wisdom mean little.Dead men wisdom is bury and gone forever. I’m sitting with old writers and fellow non-believers in… Continue reading
You, secrets, falling and want…
1- You..You make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- Secrets..I want… Continue reading