You are my poetry my dearest love..
You are my poetry my dearest love.. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
The dance..
The dance.. Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because… Continue reading
The colors of our world..
The colors of our world… Black, white, brown and yellow. What is the different? I am so tire of the colors, tossed in my face. Isn’t a man, just a man, a woman,… 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
The violence storm..
The violence storms ————————————————————————————————————– Whiskey didn’t kill me and war befriended me. Wounded heart that blood-out, had nothing left to lose. Pretty Poet told me in Monterey. California sun, last blessing dear soldier.… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone..
Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the star and for the crying night moon.
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars and for the crying night moon… (For a kind woman, I once knew. We met at the wrong time. She died alone in Reno.) Once a beautiful… Continue reading
The waltz..
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz ….. (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading
Sea of love..
My sea love.. Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. “I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading
With open eyes..
With open eyes… I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading