Ancient floors…
Ancient floors… In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Please tell me a story..
Please tell me a story… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
I walked away. Dear Kelly.
I walked away… Beautiful Kelly… I felled in love with your voice. I fell in love with your face. Please tell me, you love me. We have a great sea to separate us.… Continue reading
Love is just another four letter word.
Love is, just another four letter word…A Poem by Coyote Poetry The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her.Now she sought the… Continue reading
I remember love…
I remember love.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My muse is alive tonight. I remember love… I do remember love, love was sweet, love was kind. The sweetest days, stealing touches and stealing kisses.… Continue reading
A daydream…
A daydream.. 1- Once I dance a fool’s dance. Sang and dance till I could not. the God of tomfoolery, he did love me. Gelos would find me at midnight and we would… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose…
Behold a beautiful rose.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Trying to awake my muse. Behold a beautiful rose.. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals. A beautiful… Continue reading
You are gentle on my mind.
You are gentle on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend.She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful.She told me on a… Continue reading
Like this and a amazing poem read by Tilda Swinton.
Like this… When someone ask you. My life is chaos and confusion. I don’t know If I should run or stand my ground? Is there a safe place for me to rest. Take… Continue reading
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Awakening my sleeping muse. “ She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing… Continue reading