Show me the way to love..
Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.” Show me the way to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
The sea and the memories..
The sea and the memories.. The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the hot days of summer. The winter days bring back the memory of our closure of our… Continue reading
Who can limit love?
Old memories become sweet dreams in old age… Who can limit love? She wanted to be the Joan of Arc in the mystery of love.I told her. Love is like the early morning… Continue reading
Broken bones and unkempt promises..
Broken bones and unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry This poem had been dancing in my head for days. I hope you enjoy.” Broken bones and unkempt promises.. Fools’ dances in wishes and dreamers believe love… Continue reading
Sweet pleasures and rare delights..
Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights… Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death allows you to escape. Beautiful woman dance in… Continue reading
Tender loving care..
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward.” Tender loving care.. She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading
Sweet red wine..
Sweet red wine.. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded the lake drinking the wine… Continue reading
I remember you..
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you…The summer days were long.The splendor of the blue skies… Continue reading
The damn road..
The damn road It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips and whispered “Good morning. ” Her beautiful young body pressed… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on..
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We would… Continue reading