Drinking in the night, drinking in the morning..
Drinking in the night, drinking in the mornings… Some mini-poetry. 1- I love the April rain, I love the smell of April. Life seem to come alive and I awake from my Winter… Continue reading
Drinking in the night, drinking in the mornings… Some mini-poetry. 1- I love the April rain, I love the smell of April. Life seem to come alive and I awake from my Winter… Continue reading
The midnight payment … 1- We kissed and we never told. We were midnight dancers, wanting everything and more. Did we find some kind of peace in the serene night? Or did we… Continue reading
A fairytale ending A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime life is fair. We can have a fairytale ending when all things fall into place properly. A fairytale ending.. Love letters are sent andnew hope… Continue reading
Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote Poetry A letter in a sense. Dear Julie.. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.You kind words of love and devotion made me dream… Continue reading
A love letter, never send. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime letters are not send. Maybe fear of rejection? Or fear of being wanted? A love letter, never send. Dear Peggy I wanted… Continue reading
Please, promise me forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry Promises of love are endeared to our hearts. Even the untrue ones. Please, promise me forever.. Bashful and tender beauty rested with me on… Continue reading
Wounded Angel My sad friend.Please smile for me andstay with me by the sea all night. Your world has fell apart andYou don’t know right from wrong.Desperate acts had left you feelingdirty and… Continue reading
Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry In a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again. Daybreak confession to the Sea.. I… Continue reading
Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading