You have saved me.
You have saved me A Poem by Coyote Poetry For the many people who gave me hope when I had none. It is a hard world today. I re-blog this poem. Family and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Death
I will love you forever and a day.
“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Become better with time. ” I will love you forever… Continue reading
Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares.
Dance of sweet dreams and nightmares. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m old today. The people who accept war as norm. Will they accept their children dying for religion and hate? Dance… Continue reading
Broken bones and unkempt promises.
Broken bones and unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry This poem had been dancing in my head for days. I hope you enjoy. Broken bones and unkempt promises Fools’ dances in… Continue reading
A lullaby for organized chaos.
A lullaby for organized chaos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts. I hope you enjoy. A lullaby for organized chaos. We shall dance in heaven, earth and in hell. May… Continue reading
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace.
Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off? Men, whiskey and dreams of peace. Wishing, hoping and… Continue reading
Memory of a Mother. (Happy Mother’s day.)
Memory of a Mother A Poem by Coyote Poetry I was raised by a stepmother. I called her mother. She gave love and raised many children. The word Mother should be used in… Continue reading
A dance with death.
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing.
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and… Continue reading
Solitude and seclusion.
Solitude and seclusion. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to be blind then see the real world? Solitude and seclusion. (Man is weak by his own hand, for he has refashioned God’s… Continue reading