Dead flowers. Written and verbal poetry.
Dead flowers. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Looking for my Agnes.
Looking for my Agnes.. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
Love drove me to madness.
I remember the summer days spend with you, my love. Hots day became hotter nights. You were a ravishing and tempting beauty. You loved the sea, and you loved the wine country of… Continue reading
Delicate flower.
Delicate flower. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places. Delicate flower. I was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey… Continue reading
Ancient floors.
Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading
Come live with me and be my love.
Come live with me and be my love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “I stole the line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe” Come live with me and be my love (Come live with… Continue reading
Lingering, cherishing places.
1- Lingering I remember you.Those lingering kisses andyour silken tender skin against me.Your love was holy and sweet. 2- Cherishing places. The aroma of summer flowers upon your skin.Your perfect tan legs across… Continue reading
Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart.
Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is learning to be wiser and kinder. Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart. The hollow hour leaves me alone with my thoughts.Hidden… Continue reading
I remember you.
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime 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 of the blue skies… Continue reading
Softly we shall go.
Softly we shall go. Softly we go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms and we want more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need shoeless days, we need to… Continue reading