I remember you.
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.” I remember you. The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading
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Love is, just another four-letter word.
Love is, just another four-letter word. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The word, Love is. Just another four-letter word. She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the… Continue reading
No cure for love.
No cure for Love. (Sometime looking back in time. Bring back the bad times. As time pass.The bad times seem not so bad.) In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment.I tried to forget a… Continue reading
Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings.
Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading
Did you know, I loved you.
Did you know I loved you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My niece committed suicide in the Summer of 2024. She was 28 years old. My mind is still struggling. Did you know I… Continue reading
You and me?
You and me? A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams. We found each other again, drowning in old regret and good whiskey in the dark Texas taverns. You told… Continue reading
Hold me, kiss me.
Hold me, kiss me. My beautiful Sheena, in your arms. You chase away my nightmares. When you hold me, when you kiss me. I can’t remember the sadness of yesterday. When you sing… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song.
The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote PoetryJust some words. The Iron Mountain song. I have finished my journey, and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face… Continue reading
My Michigan dream.
My Michigan dream. “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe. You… Continue reading
Love words.
Love words. Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading