So beautiful.
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Old poetry. Good dreams.” So Beautiful(Written 6 April 1980)As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless night.… Continue reading
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Should have loved you more.
Should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
San Francisco.
San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem… Continue reading
Can you see me?
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “All of us need to feel needed and wanted.” Can you see me? 1600 mile to Dallas, seemed like a million miles. I’m so alone and I have… Continue reading
I remember you and a fantastic Doris Day song.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.” I remember you. The summer days were long.The splendor of the blue… Continue reading
Art and words.
Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Art is poetry for the eyes. Art and words. In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of… Continue reading
The brown eyed girl.
The brown eyed girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some women make you wish you were young and free again. They bring to life the desire for you to want to be wild and… Continue reading
Sweet pleasures and rare delights.
Sweet pleasures and rare delights. 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 the heart till… Continue reading
My lady.
My lady. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes. I wish… Continue reading
Too late for forgiveness. Be kind, listen and think.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “A new poem finally. A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life. Please call me. Maybe I can help.” Too late for forgiveness.. Second brother… Continue reading