Five little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. 1- WarThe war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won. 2- Miss youI’m missing… Continue reading
1— He loved her so. She played his heart softly and tenderly like a violin. Creating a song of majestic days, eternal nights. Her music filled with grace and joy. She was a… Continue reading
She is free now.. —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should… Continue reading
The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new series of short poetry. Part one. The wisp/ the kiss,… Continue reading