The stranger song
The stranger song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The stranger song Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers? Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night… Continue reading
The stranger song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The stranger song Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers? Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night… Continue reading
The red dress A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memory become better with time. The red dress The German summer nights were fair. The Summer festival were alive and well this night.… Continue reading
imickeyd:(Thank you Tumblr) Nicole – Peter Coulson The portrait of you Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of perfection. I was flattered when you condemn me to loving you… Continue reading
Roses are red and violets are blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Listening to old and very good music tonight. Roses are red and violets are blue. Roses are red. Violets are… Continue reading
Break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me and… Continue reading
Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade as many… Continue reading
Did I tell you? A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person is thankful for what he has. Did I tell you? I don’t remember if I told you how beautiful you are. I have… Continue reading
Fragile love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is tender. A wise person know to be kind and not be negative to the sweet people who attempt to love us. Fragile love… Continue reading
Fire, the flames and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can inflame us. Fire, the flames and you You are my river of joy. My muse in the mist of confusion.… Continue reading
Whim and follies I told her. Sometimes good to go slow. Men will eat and eat, not stopping to taste or digest the food. He will forget to cherish the taste, the gentle… Continue reading