“First love”
First love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage. First love A sweet and beautiful smile opening the door to conversation. The first taste of the sweet… Continue reading
First love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage. First love A sweet and beautiful smile opening the door to conversation. The first taste of the sweet… Continue reading
Dear lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry People can fall together for the wrong reasons. Dear lover I have learned too late. The words not spoken and the letters never written. Are… Continue reading
The stranger and Poet song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reasons to write this morning. The stranger song Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on… Continue reading
Blind to world sorrow. Deep in self-need. What do we become? A life with knowing love, without the balance of charity and concern for our world. We were just strangers living with blindness… Continue reading
One sweet wish A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem with a rewrite. Written in Jan 1993 One sweet wish Was a Austin, Texas hot Summer night. Pretty women wearing shorts… Continue reading
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. He told me. “Damn if… Continue reading
You are my ocean A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words amamira amamira: Joanna Beal(Thank you Tumblr) You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with… Continue reading
The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone. The storm Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a… Continue reading
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great… Continue reading
True love gives all A Poem by Coyote Poetry An old and good memory. Our elders teach us how to live. True love gives all. Sixty five years together. He stood by my grandmother with… Continue reading