Fallen Angels
Fallen Angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like. Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war… Continue reading
Fallen Angels A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem. I hope you like. Fallen Angels In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war… Continue reading
hkong71(Thank you Tumblr) lovely1969Source: Legs She was enjoying the first warm day of Spring. Barely cloths and knowing she was driving me mad. I watched her read her book. My eyes worshiping… Continue reading
teleskier2012Source:redpinkwhite (thank you Tumblr) The color red The sun had fallen into the western sea. The TV is off. You had bathe and put on your favorite red negligee. I… Continue reading
Love is a careless child. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh Love is a careless child I took my… Continue reading
The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean, memories and old dreams. The silent sea We can be humble by true beauty. Life can weaved us to places and situations.… Continue reading
She had wildflowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry Haunting story and memories can feel like someone else had lived it. Sometime all we have is wildflowers dreams to hold on… Continue reading
The feather A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words create by beautiful photo coyotepoetrebloggedsunshine-cafe bighardssunSource: The feather Once I wanted to be king of the world. I wanted wealth and things of… Continue reading
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Respect people. Religion should be private. Stay positive. The sweetest thing I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty.… Continue reading
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading