“Miss nothing, miss everything”
Miss nothing, miss everything. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains… Continue reading
Painted memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Painted memories My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. I have so many canvases of us. You and I. Mirror reflections finding proper place. I… Continue reading
———————- Lovely Liz On paper, pen and paper is spilled blood upon notions of things wanted and so damn far away. We secretly abated love and you became wish to behold. I wanted… Continue reading
Self A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. Self Wars, whores and drink. Salvation for the soldiers. Untamed… Continue reading
The war is over A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts. The war is over The war is over for you, my friend. The taps were played. Many soldiers stood near… Continue reading
The payment is due A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The payment is due “Bacchus blessing are a treasure; Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure; Rich the treasure, sweet the pleasure; Sweet… Continue reading
The war, the blood and the gun A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The war, the blood and the gun. No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only… Continue reading
Arousing illusions A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need temptation to make us wish and expand want and need. Arousing illusionOld man told the kid sitting with him at the bar. The senses. Taste,… Continue reading
The final act She whispered. I need you. I don’t need you. You used to run home to be. Undress me at the door. I loved how you loved my silk stockings. I… Continue reading
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 and I would… Continue reading