“You and I”
You and I? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. You and I? A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams. We found each other again, drowning in old regret… Continue reading
You and I? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. You and I? A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams. We found each other again, drowning in old regret… Continue reading
She told me. Love demand payment. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music create good poetry. She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep The doors are locked and window block by the satin curtains. We infuse our bodies freely and wildly. We tossed the silk sheets upon the cold floor. We are… Continue reading
Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote Poetry In life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached. Don’t ask for less Echos of memories and… Continue reading
She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time. She wore flowers in her hair I have descended to scattered dreams and I… Continue reading
Last wish, first wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words never spoken. Burn the wanting heart. Last wish, first wish Those wishing well wishes and the butterfly kisses of memories. Leave… Continue reading
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book. An empty book is a… Continue reading
Jennifer “Passion Of A Black Rose”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Jennifer I… Continue reading
The tango A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words “Invitation To Tango”, 2015-2016, Yuriy Ku Drop The tango When I saw you waiting. I saw the perfect red. You were waited with an… Continue reading
A woman palms A Poem by Coyote Poetry The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had… Continue reading