Fool’s wish. lover’s hold on…
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is all we got. Love for your lover, family and life. Give us reasons to be alive. (Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is all we got. Love for your lover, family and life. Give us reasons to be alive. (Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can… Continue reading
You are the love of my life A Poem by Coyote Poetry We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us. You are the love of my life.. Once… Continue reading
The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the… Continue reading
Why are you still here with me? Sometime you are so far away from me. I see your sad eyes filled with fear and disappointment. You lay your head into my chest. You… Continue reading
A letter.. Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to hide… Continue reading
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing the movement of the river, to caress her feet. The sun, sun-kissed her beautiful… Continue reading
Swiftly love can come.. Swiftly love can come, swiftly love go away. Today we walked the Port Austin pier, one mile into the beauty of Lake Huron. And the world is so far… Continue reading
Mystical places A Poem by Coyote Poetry First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever. Mystical places… Many… Continue reading
Only you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry of love Only you.. I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the almost empty beach freely… Continue reading
La petite mort.. She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me?… Continue reading