I will never fall in love again.
I will never fall in love again.. I told the blue sky, love was sweet once, love was my life once. I told the sun, I remember love. Sweet as candy and wild… Continue reading
I will never fall in love again.. I told the blue sky, love was sweet once, love was my life once. I told the sun, I remember love. Sweet as candy and wild… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes.. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
1- Angie I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel.You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once, we try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once, allowed secret pain and… Continue reading
The rays of the sun on my face.. Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing… Continue reading
Hello Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Hello Jennifer.. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
Please come to me on a Summer day. The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a Summer day.We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance near… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh Love is a careless child.. I took my pen to paper and wrote that… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle. Some mini-poetry… 1- Cheryl..Few speak your name now.When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights.I remember you.You were a wild eyes woman who… Continue reading
A Summertime love.. Dear Veronica, she knew I adored her.She sat near me and her bare feet caressed the softness of the grass.She asked me. Would you love me when my ginger hair… Continue reading