Echos of voices
Echos of voices A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Echos of voices Christmas is near. Kids are filled with excitement and I’m looking at old photos of my youth. I hear… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
“The songs of the season.
The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the wind… Continue reading
“Ancient floors”
Ancient floors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The… Continue reading
“I see you and you see me.”
I see you and you see me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can be felt and real love is earned. Just a few quotes. Enjoy your life and tried not to damage… Continue reading
Love is a careless child
Love is a careless child A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Enjoy. Love is a careless child Her skin whiter than Winter snow and her trembling lips of soft pink tempted the… Continue reading
My Christmas wish “Peace and calm in our world.”
Peace, sweet peace. We have forgotten you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. Where are the men and women of peace? Where are the calm voices in a world gone… Continue reading
Contained love
Contained love A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we forget the people we held precious. We can lose them forever. Contained love She had a heart of gold once. She held patience… Continue reading
“Just meat and tales of kisses”
Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It… Continue reading
“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… Continue reading
“Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman.”
Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten. Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near. I… Continue reading