Highway poetry. Flowers and tattoos.
Wander or slowly die 1- She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I didn’t try to capture her. Just made… Continue reading
Wander or slowly die 1- She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I didn’t try to capture her. Just made… Continue reading
We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower garden. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark corners of the tropics,we… Continue reading
Kind Michigan June. The June days are easy. Mid-month, vacation for the grandchildren. I became my grandfather. Love my garden. Ensure the garden is strong and beautiful. My tulips are my favorite. Return… Continue reading
The dance of the flowers. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is alive and… Continue reading
The waltz of the flower…A Poem by Coyote Poetry For the days of May The waltz of the flowers. “He prayeth best, who loveth best.All things both… Continue reading
The dance of the flowers. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is alive, and… Continue reading
Who is right and who is wrong? When both sides are wrong. How many graves must be dug for us to learn. Soldiers and bombs destroying Palestine. USA attacking Iran. Who is winning?… Continue reading
A Spring flower A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for my story- Poet’s love A Spring flower. Was a Spring flower.So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower.That reached for the sky.The sky… Continue reading
1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful to listen my kind friend. You loved me. 2-… Continue reading
Love is like a flower gardenA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. (A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower… Continue reading