Beautiful Delia.
Delia A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful Delia is dancing alone somewhere. (The name Delia is of Greek origin. The meaning of Delia is “visible”. It is also of English origin, where its meaning is “of Delos“.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
Comes hell or high water.
Comes hell or high water. Upstream. You were never easy, you were the day, and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises we made to each other. You were my… Continue reading
I love you; I love you; I love you.
I love you; I love you; I love you. I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted soft hands in your hands. Someone to hold you tightly in the coldness of the lonely… Continue reading
Catch me, if I fall.
My grandfather told me often. “Never leave with anger and negative words to someone you love. Better to hold silence if you are angry and tell them. I love you and I need… Continue reading
My greatest regret was you.
My greatest regret was you 1- Loved and lost. Dear lover, my beautiful love.Honey, sweetheart and my love.Where are you now?Once we drank the Long Island iced tea and laughed at the midnight… Continue reading
Dear Angela.
Dear Angela.. Dear Angela. Don’t cry for yesterday my pretty lady.Yesterday is gone and today we have tonight. All of us are dirty with sin.Few of us are clean and the most of… Continue reading
The night had fallen.
1- The night had fallen.. The sun splendor is not forgotten. Taverns are closed.The long day bring the quiet of the night.The midnight hour gathered people sharing their secrets and the need of… Continue reading
The cold night whispered.
The cold night whispered… The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone.Once great love turns indifferent andour love true turn to fathom dreams.We spoke careless words,maybe true, maybe not?Maybe we were… Continue reading
Fabiola, my Fabiola.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
The poet’s heart.
The poet’s heart… The poet wrote to paper. Where are you my love, sweet. He told the morning sky, do you remember? I promised you a summer waltz near the sea and I… Continue reading