Michigan Summer poetry…
Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I told… Continue reading
Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I told… Continue reading
Wild as the wind I told her. I need more of your kisses, I need more of your poetry verses by the sea. I needed you yesterday, I need you today and I… Continue reading
Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A sad one. If you feel death is more important than life. Please call me. Maybe I can help. Too late for forgiveness… Second brother… Continue reading
Can cry a tear… My heart still can a tear. A tear of loneliness,a loneliness of losing you completely. I could of survive without your kiss. But never see your beautiful face.Blessing me… Continue reading
Like a whisper… (This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.This is the way the world ends.Not with a bang but a whisper.)T.S Eliot Beautiful Liz whispered. Dear… Continue reading
The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered to me… Continue reading
Ride.. True freedom my friend is dancing with the wind. Singing song till the morning light.Knowing open highways and not being controlled by money and possessions. I want the sea, the mountains… Continue reading
Paint me.. Elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.We must bathe in the kindness of the long midnight.Kind night allowed us to adrift in the safety… Continue reading
Wander or slowly die.. She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I didn’t try to capture her. Just made… Continue reading
Things lost, things found… My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading