“Roses are red and violets are blue”
Roses are red and violets are blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Listening to old and very good music tonight. Roses are red and violets are blue. Roses are red.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
“On the thread of a words”
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry Been a while. A new poem. On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter… Continue reading
“Blindfolded and weightless”
Blindfolded and weightless I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading
“Dreaming of Scotland”
Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget. Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Continue reading
“I try to remember”
I try to remember A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with are-write. Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014 I try to remember I tried to remember the curves of your… Continue reading
One of my favorites-Sweet pleasure and
Sweet pleasure and rare delights A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to hold on to the good memories Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be… Continue reading
“Fragile love”
Fragile love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is tender. A wise person know to be kind and not be negative to the sweet people who attempt to love us. Fragile love… Continue reading
Brianna
Brianna A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words-a 1994 poem with a-rewrite Brianna Pretty woman danced alone. Her body dancing freely to the good songs and she had no concern for the observers… Continue reading
“The dance”
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dancing can take us to good places. yandex.comSource:(Thank you Tumblr) The dance We were once strangers . Each of us living in self made chaos.… Continue reading
A Summer poem.-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… Continue reading