“An empty book”
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
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
Ann Arbor A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The drunken poet drank his Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with and ordered a double… Continue reading
Perhaps, perhaps my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the… Continue reading
No cure for Love. In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment. I tried to forget a woman’s face and green eyes. Tried to forget those long beautiful and soft legs. I tried… Continue reading
She had wildflowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry Haunting story and memories can feel like someone else had lived it. Sometime all we have is wildflowers dreams to hold on… Continue reading
Short poetry for love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Short poetry for love ——————————– Secret love We had only minutes and hours together. We wanted everything and we wanted nothing. I… Continue reading
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of… Continue reading