Wasted words and lonely nights.
Wasted words and lonely nights. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart. Wasted words and lonely nights I found her sitting alone in the… Continue reading
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Sacrifice and blasphemy.
Sacrifice and blasphemy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Freedom is very costly. FREEDOM I will never forget freedom. Just promise Please promise That you never forget me. (By Poet Dorene Oliver Dedicated… Continue reading
My Winter love
My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My winter love. I whispered your sweet name. My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory.… Continue reading
Secret love and hidden memory.
Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today.Made me wander back in time.Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near.The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his… Continue reading
Beautiful Brigitte
Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 34 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who… Continue reading
Sweet pleasures and rare delights.
Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched. They burn… Continue reading
Change
Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn? Change I sat with a kid of 23 at a… Continue reading
Angela
Angela (I knew a beauty in California. So beautiful and already dead in soul. I tried to bring her laughter and joy. Sad part she fated away to her self pity. I always… Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea.
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages… Continue reading
The dance of emotion.
The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is fair. We must give to receive. The Dance of Emotion… A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me. Her… Continue reading