“Measure and weight”
Measure and weight A Poem by Coyote Poetry What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love we embraced and the forgiveness we must understand and accept. Measure… Continue reading
Measure and weight A Poem by Coyote Poetry What make us feel human and alive? I believe it is the love we embraced and the forgiveness we must understand and accept. Measure… Continue reading
Two poems. One poem by a ancient writer and another by a almost ancient writer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thomas Nashe words are true today as 400 years ago. The world will… Continue reading
Not enough A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime love isn’t enough. Not enough… Kind and sweet muse told me. “Sweet Johnnie, I can save you. Please tell me what you need. You… Continue reading
Dear Amie A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts Dear Amie (Denying love rewards leave you with great reward) Sweet words once whispered by a ancient Poet. Dear Amie. Sweet and… Continue reading
La petite mort, Little death -She wanted Paris and I wanted her. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Midnight conversation Warning This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under… Continue reading
“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time. ” I will love you forever and… Continue reading
You have saved me A Poem by Coyote Poetry For the many people who gave me hope when I had none. You have saved me I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers photos. Suicide… Continue reading
Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today. Made me wander back in time. Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near. The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds… Continue reading
wickedlittlesins(Thank you Tumblr for the photo) Little sin Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little sin… Continue reading
Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget. Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Continue reading