“The lucky or the crazy?”
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy… We danced… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy… We danced… Continue reading
Old fashion Morphine Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Old fashion Morphine Oh sweet Jenny stole my vision. Her short red dress allowed me to see her perfect long legs. Her skin color… Continue reading
Contained love A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we forget the people we held precious. We can lose them forever. Contained love.. She had a heart of gold once. She held patience… Continue reading
My great love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind. My great love.. Do we support to love but once? Where have my ancient lover’s… Continue reading
The moonlight and you I found her again on a rainy Fall October night and I fell to my knees and I told her. When I lost you. I learn I could bleed… Continue reading
Anywhere Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a long vacation to the Pacific. bellas-storm: (via TumbleOn) Anywhere We had some wine and a few packs of cigarettes and we were heading west. We… Continue reading
Blindfolded and weightless I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading
Breathe A Poem by Coyote Poetry You are my joy. You are everything and everything is you. Breathe You undressed with the lights on. I watched you slowly take away layers of clothing.… Continue reading
Leather and lace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Leather and lace ——- The black dress Pretty lady danced alone on the Austin Texas dance floor. Tight black dress, long legs and… Continue reading
Everybody hurts I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we can’t have. Deep midnight is cold and lonely. Sometimes… Continue reading