A needed Summer poem. “Beautiful Laura sat by the sea”
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers. The… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers. The… Continue reading
The wild and the tamed A Poem by Coyote Poetry Is is better to play dead or create fear? The wild and the tamed. Some men don’t fear death. They don’t believe… Continue reading
Blood and wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the good things in our life. Blood and wine. Most of us are just… Continue reading
hkong71(Thank you Tumblr) lovely1969Source: Legs She was enjoying the first warm day of Spring. Barely cloths and knowing she was driving me mad. I watched her read her book. My eyes worshiping… Continue reading
Short poetry about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war and violence. What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us. Who remember the… Continue reading
teleskier2012Source:redpinkwhite (thank you Tumblr) The color red The sun had fallen into the western sea. The TV is off. You had bathe and put on your favorite red negligee. I… Continue reading
Love is a careless child. 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… Continue reading
The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean, memories and old dreams. The silent sea We can be humble by true beauty. Life can weaved us to places and situations.… Continue reading
She had wildflowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry Haunting story and memories can feel like someone else had lived it. Sometime all we have is wildflowers dreams to hold on… Continue reading
Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon life. Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and… Continue reading