Dear Julie.
Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote Poetry A letter in a sense. Dear Julie. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.Your kind words of love and devotion made me dream… Continue reading
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At midnight.
At midnight I called her at Midnight hour and I told her.Dear Jenny, I remember you and I remember us.I love you still and forget me not.Jenny is crying and she whispered.Johnnie, it… Continue reading
Nothing compared to you.
Short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. 1- Dreams. I could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you… Continue reading
I knew we were running and escaping love touch in the same second.
I knew we were running and escaping love touch in the same second. (If we do not kiss. Will I miss the kiss?) I went to Ann Arbor looking for a memory and… Continue reading
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor.
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor. I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow, I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every… Continue reading
You are my poetry, my dearest love.
You are my poetry my dearest love. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading
Barefoot girl.
Barefoot girl. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Nothing as beautiful as a woman who is barefoot, dancing with the sea and happy. Barefoot girl. Prettiest girl in Iron Mountain told me. Let’s find the… Continue reading
Please come home to me.
Please come home to me. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific Ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day. I… Continue reading
Pretty Jen.
Pretty Jen. Was I running toward you or running from you? You were so damn pretty and so confused. I loved you once, in 1986 and we were just babies. We try to… Continue reading
My secret love. And a beautiful Doris Day song.
Secret loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Let’s the bells ring, and let the boy sing, let the cup go around.” John Fletcher Secret love. You bare your words, exposing secret places and thoughts.… Continue reading