Folly…
Folly A Poem by Coyote PoetryKarma, good or bad. We will pay in three-fold. Folly…. Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth,… Continue reading
Folly A Poem by Coyote PoetryKarma, good or bad. We will pay in three-fold. Folly…. Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth,… Continue reading
Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote PoetryA new poem finally. A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life. Please call me. Maybe I can help. Too late for… 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 memories of… Continue reading
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrue love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty with… Continue reading
The stillness of the night A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need places where we know peace and we can be who we are truly are. The stillness of the night… Real love come… Continue reading
First words, last words A Poem by Coyote PoetryWords can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the stars.” … Continue reading
The sparkles in your eyes A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld memories and old places. The sparkles in your eyes… I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world around… Continue reading
A million stars to see my lover A Poem by Coyote PoetryAll of us begin strangers. A wise man had many friends and family by his side. (Live fast. Died young. Be wild. Have… Continue reading
Maybe right or Maybe wrong?? I told the kind lady, the pretty one. I am at the right place my sweet heart. Pretty lady danced to the slow jazz song alone and I… Continue reading
Masterpiece Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She create a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything I… Continue reading