“Jennifer”
Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Jennifer I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
“Dear Amie”
Dear Amie (Denying love rewards leave you with great regret) Sweet words once whispered by a ancient Poet. Dear Amie. Sweet and kind Poet. All of us hold madness, anger and regret. The… Continue reading
“Stay or flee?”
Stay or flee? She watched the midnight moon and she wondered. Should she stay or flee? Her wild eyes filled with soft tears and she whispered to her sleeping lover. I will break… Continue reading
“I miss nothing’
I miss nothing In and out we played. Digging deep into wanting flesh. We were cutting and bleeding for passion that need we could not fulfill or make content. You were my Joan… Continue reading
Dirty little secret-part three
Dirty Little secret -part three We left the club and we went to the small park across from the Mount Clemen court-house. She held my waist and rested her head against me. My… Continue reading
Dirty liitle secret-part two
Dirty little secret-part two Me and Liz walked the path where the boats docked by the river leading to the Lake St. Clair. She took my hand and she interlaced them tightly and… Continue reading
Dirty little secret-part one
Dirty little secret-part one A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Dirty little secrets-part one She knew. The first time I saw her face. I loved her. Once in a private moment. I… Continue reading
“Two out of three ain’t bad”
Two out of three ain’t bad A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Two out of three ain’t bad I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes… Continue reading
A old poem- Rear-end of a so-call love
Rear-end of a so-call love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than none. Rear-end… Continue reading
Michigan
Michigan A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Michigan Promises made and promises broken. Left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could… Continue reading