The dance
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dancing can take us to good places. yandex.comSource:(Thank you Tumblr) The dance… We were once strangers once. Each of us living in self made chaos.… Continue reading
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dancing can take us to good places. yandex.comSource:(Thank you Tumblr) The dance… We were once strangers once. Each of us living in self made chaos.… Continue reading
The feather A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words create by beautiful photo coyotepoetrebloggedsunshine-cafe bighardssunSource: The feather Once I wanted to be king of the world. I wanted wealth and things of… Continue reading
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading
bellas-storm: (via TumbleOn) Anywhere We had some wine and a few packs of cigarettes and we were heading west. We were California dreaming. You told me I want the sea. I embraced you… Continue reading
I used to be. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends. I used to… Continue reading
Your song Your sweet voice took me away to a better place. Made me wish for sweet kiss, made me wish for long embrace. I listen and I fell into old… Continue reading
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace and the… Continue reading
(melikemelis.tumblr.com) Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold. Bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading
Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The broken roads leave me spiraling in the… Continue reading
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come… Continue reading