Tag Archive: Relationships
Somethings shouldn’t be beheld or touched..
Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry written in 1994 (Thank you Mahafsoun for the photo) Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched You have taunted my dreams and made… Continue reading
I remember you…
I remember you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old thoughts and poetry I remember you… You taught me what love was.You taught me what tenderness could be my Scotland beauty.You painted my world… Continue reading
I don’t want flowers. I need you..
I don’t want flowers. I need you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Appreciation and real gifts of love lead to good places. I don’t want flowers. I need you… (We forget what we really… Continue reading
Ribbons and bows…
Ribbons and bows.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry With time we learn the real value of living. Ribbons and bows… Once I plunged into work and making money.I was led by the natural… Continue reading
I couldn’t find you…
I couldn’t find you A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need people to excite our imagination first. The flesh can forget. The mind yearn for more. I couldn’t find you… Where are you… Continue reading
Everything was you….
Everything was you.. Waking up alone. Booze, blood and nothing is all I got. I have gone crazy. I have find peace in loneliness. You were my everything. I was your mountain and… Continue reading
Vinegar and the sweet wine.
Vinegar and the sweet wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how life can get twisted. For the bad and the good. Vinegar and the sweet wine… Did I thank you my beautiful and… Continue reading
Just thoughts about you..
Just thoughts about you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Short poetry for secret thoughts and places. 1- You..You make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswere I can… Continue reading
Three short poems about love…
Three short poems about love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Trying to be less epic for one day. Three short poems about love Open doors… Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles… Continue reading