Free-falling…
Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places. I… Continue reading
Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places. I… Continue reading
(Steve Hanks painting) You are my Spring blessing Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds… Continue reading
A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She told me that “I love you, I need you. But I’m afraid. Afraid of losing myself in a emotion where I won’t… Continue reading
The cursed lullaby Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading
My Michigan dream “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe.… Continue reading
(Danil Gerhatz……With love, thank you for the artwork) coyotepoet (I found hidden poetry in my father’s office. He passed last month. I don’t know who wrote. Just posting the work of a secret… Continue reading
40 cents more ———————————————————————————————- I called Scotland at 10 pm, hoping for a proper goodbye. Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she told me, Johnnie, I forgave you, we held love for… Continue reading
O so sweet, O so soft My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you. Would you, could you,… Continue reading
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of… Continue reading
He never left Michigan Years ago. I saw the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I… Continue reading