Highway poetry. Flowers and tattoos.
Wander or slowly die 1- She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I didn’t try to capture her. Just made… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Love is like a flower garden.
We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower garden. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark corners of the tropics,we… Continue reading
The moonlight and you.
The moonlight and you. I found her again on a rainy Fall October night and I fell to my knees and I told her. When I lost you, I learn I could bleed… Continue reading
Please don’t forget about me.
Please don’t forget about me. 1- She asked him. Will you forget me and find someone sweeter? He looked at her and he knew. He loved his fancy lady. She had a soft… Continue reading
Never love a poet.
Never love a poet. 1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and once,… Continue reading
Iodine and an outstanding Leonard Cohen song.
Iodine A Poem by Coyote PoetryLeonard Cohen, poet of song. Iodine… For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn… Continue reading
The dance of Delia.
The dance of Delia. Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry“Chapter one.” Tongue is Sea From the dark comes the lightFrom the words you write Light is energyLike your love for me Your spoken… Continue reading
Pretty Jen.
Pretty Jen. Was I running toward you or running from you?You were so damn pretty and so confused.I loved you once, in 1986 and we were just babies. We try to use-up every… Continue reading
I was condemned after I saw your face.
I was condemned after I saw your face. I was looking for the wide-open road and some kind of freedom. She sat alone on a barren road on the back road of Texas… Continue reading
So beautiful.
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful.. (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as an early morning sunrise, as bright as a full moon that light up a… Continue reading