A Spring flower..
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
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Grandfather’s roses..
Grandfather’s rose bushes… My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses. He told… Continue reading
Love is like a flower garden..
(A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe 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… Continue reading
Love is like a flower garden..
Love is like a flower garden.. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark corners of the tropics,we lavished in a love without fear of boundaries and distance. You open new… Continue reading
The wild roses… Good songs and some words.
The wild roses.. The old drunk Poet told me. Johnnie, wild roses are supported to be free and wild.Things, that are too beautiful to touch will make us yearn and need till we… Continue reading
The dance of the flowers..
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 wildflowers..
The wildflowers.. I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regrets dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness. I know you cannot be… Continue reading
Lilac wine and a beautiful song from dear Sophia.
Lilac wine Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. You were my Spring love, my Summer… Continue reading
Just a little bit more..
Just a little bit more ——————————————————————————————– “Candy is sweet, lemons can be tart and life is long.” Pretty woman whispered to me in the field of the Spring dandelions.” We have known hell’s… Continue reading
My wildflower..
My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of warm and perfect Spring days. I sat at her feet and I told… Continue reading