Wildflowers dreams…
Wildflowers dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old friends face had come to me lately. His baby girl is getting marry. It is sad poem. War take the best from us. Wildflowers dreams… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old friends face had come to me lately. His baby girl is getting marry. It is sad poem. War take the best from us. Wildflowers dreams… Continue reading
Iodine…. For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love is fair. In the end. Winners and losers… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry The highway is always changing. We will never know the same place twice. We will become just strangers. Now nothing remains the same…… Continue reading
Parable of Celia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love be sweet, love be wild and love be kind. Utopia.) Parable of Celia… She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and… Continue reading
Bitter branches.. Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders. The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the… Continue reading
Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must listen to the whispers. Secrets lies in the wind; secrets lie in the trees and the sea. Like a whisper… (This is the… Continue reading
Sacrificial meal…. She was a tall, long legged Texas girl. She gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She bend… Continue reading
The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone. The storm… Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a thunderstorm to… Continue reading
The fray- Lost and found, dearest Luna – part three… I saw her in the valley and I followed her. She walked slowly in the fray. The sky was bright orange and her… Continue reading
The fray- part two- Dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Been dreaming poetry. A poem for the book. The island. The fray- You…. He remembers a warm Summer day, he remembered… Continue reading