Some Texas poetry-Drink of me my dear lover
Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story. Drink of me my dear lover I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and… Continue reading
Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story. Drink of me my dear lover I loved the Austin Texas nights. Alive and vibrant with people and… Continue reading
coyotepoetrebloggeduna-lady-italiana(Thank you Tumblr) coyotepoet Light and the darkness You told me. “The black heart, too dark and cold for love. Is just barren soil. Nothing can live in soil swimming in the… Continue reading
My earth, our earth.-A prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. My earth, our earth–A prayer Dear Goddess of the morning sun. Thank you for the splendor of the new day. Thank… Continue reading
She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a Diamond 20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasted… Continue reading
Dear Annabelle A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Annabelle Dear Annabelle. I have lived and died for love. I have learn to accept less and I became the street poet.I… Continue reading
If It Be Your Will A Poem by Coyote Poetry You don’t find love. Love find you. If it be your will I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn… Continue reading
What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is long. People are many. What is truly important? What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold… Continue reading
coyotepoetrebloggedlovemeravilla(Thank you Tumblr) coyotepoet Sweet hello and deadly goodbye Hello dear Brigitte. I still remember us. You were my brightness on the a sunny days and the light of hope in… Continue reading
You and I? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. You and I? A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams. We found each other again, drowning in old regret… Continue reading
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes. He knew she was playing… Continue reading