The word “Freedom”
The word “Freedom” had many meanings. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words. Could have different meanings. The word “Freedom” Written in 1989/rewritten in 2014 I learn the word “Freedom” can be defined… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Online Writing
Four short poems.
Short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. Dreams I could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away, when… Continue reading
Heal, not kill.
“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.” ― Gautama Buddha Heal, not kill The world had turn blood red. Where are the voices of… Continue reading
Old poetry, the good poetry. “Lovers and losers”
Lovers and losers A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love comes at the wrong time. Someone must lose. Lovers and losers She told me. “I will cry for you. I would die… Continue reading
Best days are the easy days. “Good whiskey, a old truck and pretty woman near”
Good whiskey, a old truck and pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten. Good whiskey, an old truck and a pretty woman near. I was passing… Continue reading
Good memories become better with time. “Dream of Scotland”
Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at a dark tavern in Germany.… Continue reading
Nothing last forever
Nothing last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn the value of words with life. Sometime words can be forgotten and dismissed. Nothing last forever (Written on March 6, 1989 I… Continue reading
Dangerous places and beautiful faces
Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is good to walk upon the edge. Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous. To swim in uncontrolled… Continue reading
25 days in paradise
Beautiful Jennifer. 25 days in paradise. I was alone and almost dead in spirit and hope. At work I was considered the best in the business.I could… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams (for Brigitte)
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving… Continue reading