She told me. Love never did love me..
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
The sway of the sea.. I watched her paint her face, she covered her majesty face with colors of brown and black. I told her, you don’t need the make-up. Your beautiful face,… Continue reading
Don’t look for things you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things you don’t want to find.… Continue reading
The ankle bracelet.. The defining of beauty is easy to describe. I have stood on mountain tops and worshiped the hawks and the eagles, I have been in the arms of the great… Continue reading
The easy days and the good days.. On a cold days in the the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love you.I left… Continue reading
Damn those eyes.. My life had no beginning, no ending till I saw you. You were so beautiful.You made the drink taste bitter and my hunger to die.Forgotten. Those kind and gentle brown… Continue reading
My great love.. Do we support to love but once? Where have my ancient lover’s gone? Chain of passion and spiritual journeys leaveme with kind faces in dreams. Everlasting smiles so rare they… Continue reading
My greatest regret was you.. ———————Loved and lost.. Dear Lizzy, my beautiful Liz.Honey, sweetheart and my love.Where are you now?Once we drank the Long Island ice tea and laughed at the midnight moon.You… Continue reading
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 touched.They… Continue reading
Her Gypsy heart.. 1- Her eyes, clear blue like the sea,her voice, gentle and sweet.She told me,open the locked doors, wide.We decide if our life and journey is,a prison or an adventure to… Continue reading