Morning glory…
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty nearby. Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty nearby. Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
Drinking in the night, drinking in the mornings… Some mini-poetry. 1- I love the April rain, I love the smell of April. Life seem to come alive and I awake from my Winter… Continue reading
My Savior..Sweet blue eyes girl told me.“You ask for so little.We have so much to give and we open up the desire love so rarely.Love can be a sweet treasure.You can be someone… Continue reading
Some mini-poetry for the dance of love… 1- We danced in San Francisco near the pier and we drank every type beer we could in the house of brewery. I basked in the… Continue reading
If you ever forget I love you… Sober man, can’t write no more. He can’t feel no-more pain. Once he sought the greatest dreams and love was his, forever and one day. The… Continue reading
Love had no pride… Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my… Continue reading
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love… We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sweet memories of youth. Written in 1978 My beautiful Daniela…. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in… Continue reading
A love story… It was a April Spring day and the first warm day of the new Spring. I drank my whiskey alone and I wished to be elsewhere. I sat by the… Continue reading
Maybe I, maybe you…. Maybe it was the sea or maybe it was the stars? Maybe we were the fortunate ones, we were brave in the dance of love. I kissed her neck,… Continue reading