Her Gypsy heart..
Her Gypsy heart.. 1- Her eyes, clear blue like the sea,her voice, gentle and sweet.She told me,open the locked doors, wide.We decide if our life and journey is,a prison or an adventure to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
A letter.. Dear Amanda..
A letter- Dear Amanda.. I am writing you a letter. Just words to be read and I wanted you to know. You are my everything. You are my mystery to try to understand… Continue reading
Autumn, the falling leave.
Autumn, the falling leaves.. Once I ran away from sadness/heartbreak and I sought escape. The running man can’t run no-more. Once fearless man learn, love was vengeance, love would leave you bare and… Continue reading
Teach hate or teach love?
Teach hate or teach love? A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy morning thoughts. When we teach our children love and hate in the same conversation. Did we teach the children well? Hate and love is… Continue reading
Please tell me a story…
Please tell me a story…… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
Five line poetry or less..
Five lines poetry of less A Poem by Coyote PoetryEpic writer, attempting new places. 1- She told me, please be kind to me. Beautiful Sheena had a kind heart, a true heart. She whispered… Continue reading
The drunken poet song…
The drunken poet song.. 1- The beggar, just wanted a taste of her skin and her warm lips. The illusion of love near, made him believe, love was sweet, love was so good.… Continue reading
The beautiful girl..
The beautiful girl.. She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars,her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze.I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me the gift… Continue reading
Regards to a old memory..
Regards to a old memory.. I know love is never a fair sweet memory. Need perfect timing, place and same need.Rarely do two people meet at the same wants. I’m alright . I’m… Continue reading
The last generation. Part two.
The lost generation. Part two Tonight I drink my whiskey. Gentleman Jack had become my favorite. I dreamed again last night about a soldier. I said before. I do believe in reincarnation. The… Continue reading