I called your name…
I called your name… Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
I called your name… Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
Old soldier thoughts… What will I leave behind? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days of joy and happiness.Did I leave healthy soil where I stood and lived? Or… Continue reading
Fable love…. I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
I remember you, I remember us.. 1- Once we had sleepless nights. Once we needed conversation and I needed to hear your voice. Once we looked deeply in each other eyes. Confessed love.… Continue reading
Just kisses, maybe promises… She had waited a thousand days for him. War and confusion had made their love wait. They shared one hundred letters. Each letter adding to a bond that could… Continue reading
Parable of Celia.. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft… Continue reading
Please don’t forget me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For Jade Innes. Lost too soon. She committed suicide at sixteen. She was a poet friend. The good and kind people leave us too soon. … Continue reading
The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet. The tarot cards I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road… Continue reading
My masterpiece… Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She create a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything… Continue reading
The Dove of peace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number eight. 1- The Dove of peace. If we release the Dove of peace. Will the blind and hateful men of war kill… Continue reading