I remember you, do you remember me?
Poem one– Once we had the Spring days, once we knew the sweetest kisses, once I loved you and you loved me. Poem two– Yesterday girl is drinking alone, yesterday girl had accepted… Continue reading
Poem one– Once we had the Spring days, once we knew the sweetest kisses, once I loved you and you loved me. Poem two– Yesterday girl is drinking alone, yesterday girl had accepted… Continue reading
The blue-eyed girl… “When you got nothing to lose.Can’t fall too far my friends.”I told a group of Poets outside the Monterey book store. A blue-eyed girl with hair of auburn stood her… Continue reading
Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to be young in heart. Willing to rebirth love and desire everyday of an life. Beautiful faces and passionate kisses… When the… Continue reading
Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote Poetry A letter in a sense. Dear Julie…. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.You kind words of love and devotion made me dream… Continue reading
If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness. If I knew… If I knew. I would of … Continue reading
Gypsy soul… Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We… Continue reading
I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Remembering, maybe? I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.… Continue reading
Prettiest gal I ever known walked to the door, dead bolted the door tightly, and she whispered. Sometimes, you cannot run. ————————————————————————————- I didn’t know true love till she touched my feet. She… Continue reading
Almost to California…. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading
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