Love posies.
Love Posies. My pretty love, dear Sheena told me. You promised me love posies, everyday of my life. You promised me morning posies and you promised to read love posies before we sleep.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
She is free.
She is free. 1- She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. Love should be… Continue reading
Delicate wings.
Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others. Delicate wings…. Beautiful Lizzy, please allow me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strips down their true colors… Continue reading
Sunday afternoon poetry.
Sunday afternoon poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My muse is alive today. Sunday afternoon poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just… Continue reading
We danced for the sea, and we prayed to the goddess of the sea for more.
We danced for the sea, and we prayed to the Goddess of the sea for more. I called her my honey, I called her dear Jenny and she called me. The mountain who… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same. For dear Fabiola.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
Imagine.
Imagine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to wander and imagine a better place to be Imagine. “A Poet is one who believes and one who cannot bring himself to believe” Tadeusz Rozewics… Continue reading
The lake song.
I told her. I apology sweet Peggy. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my journals, my pen… Continue reading
Windmills of your mind.
Windmills of your mind. Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my mind,… Continue reading
Her garden.
Her garden. I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden, and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne… Continue reading