Torn Angel..
Torn Angel.. My broken Angel.Please smile for me.Stay with me at the sea all night. Your world has fallen apart.You don’t know right from wrong.Desperate acts had left you feelingdirty and insulated from… Continue reading
Torn Angel.. My broken Angel.Please smile for me.Stay with me at the sea all night. Your world has fallen apart.You don’t know right from wrong.Desperate acts had left you feelingdirty and insulated from… Continue reading
We loaned and we borrowed kisses. .. Once upon a time, dear Mary. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
Old man..Standing by dirt and gravestone.I whispered I miss you my grandfather.I have become you.Your words have became my words.Thank you dear friend. I love you..I love you,I love you,I need you.Forget… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. Dreams..I could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love me… Continue reading
The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to banished… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The Waltz.. We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were the orchestra… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad.. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave him… Continue reading
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be rebirth. … Continue reading
Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote Poetry When greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor. Dead man stew.. Poor man is dying.Was… Continue reading