Three short poems.
Three short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need help editing. —————- A Spring flower Was a Spring flower, so tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower, that reached for the sky… Continue reading
Three short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need help editing. —————- A Spring flower Was a Spring flower, so tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower, that reached for the sky… Continue reading
Across the sea The dark Poet sat alone by the sea and he was watched the Georgia Atlantic ocean dance upon the empty 5am beach. He loved the early morning and he watched… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once. Allowed secret pain and… Continue reading
Painted memories My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. I have so many canvases of us. You and I. Mirror reflections finding proper place. I have told the midnight hour. I need the honey… Continue reading
Holy as love —– Pretty woman dancing with me on the Belton, Texas dance hall floor on a Friday night. She told me. Honey, darling and my sweetheart. Love demands payment. Love is… Continue reading
Wanderlust — Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes. Soft voice making me feel weak and captured. Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace. Those eyes make me… Continue reading
Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace. I want to fall into the inferno of your warm… Continue reading
I dreamed of you I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind, City of lights.… Continue reading
No mercy dear Lizzie You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw you from a distance and I watched you walked quickly toward… Continue reading
Sway The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading