I don’t need you
I don’t need you A Poem by Coyote Poetry words do have great power and strength. I don’t need you At the Purgatory Inn. Old men wisdom mean little. Dead men wisdom is… Continue reading
I don’t need you A Poem by Coyote Poetry words do have great power and strength. I don’t need you At the Purgatory Inn. Old men wisdom mean little. Dead men wisdom is… Continue reading
Quiet echos and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echos and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young… Continue reading
I’m nothing without you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Without love near. What are we? I’m nothing without you We are standing on a dangerous edge. Our sweet love had turned cold. You… Continue reading
Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the… Continue reading
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. Morning glory The smell of fresh coffee and… Continue reading
Regards to Melanie (Part two) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Regards to Melanie I know love is never fair dear Melanie. Need perfect timing, place and same need. Rarely do… Continue reading
Disease Two strangers sat together. Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man. Told him. “I was once a beauty once. Men begged for my attention.”… 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?… Continue reading
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 long.… Continue reading
I want to love you like A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and good song. . I want to love you like I want to love you like we are babies just… Continue reading