“She serene me with the sweet words of love”
She serene me with the sweet words of love Sometime we shroud ourselves in things we shouldn’t have. Torrent love flames will become weaker and you must have something else to… Continue reading
She serene me with the sweet words of love Sometime we shroud ourselves in things we shouldn’t have. Torrent love flames will become weaker and you must have something else to… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just good song and story. Please come home to me I called you from Monterey. I told… Continue reading
coyotepoetrebloggeddailykaya(Thank you Tumblr) The Fall and you The lazy days of Fall had left me with you. Just a swing and your laughter near. Dear Nature was fading and your sweet voice… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories dance in my head. I don’t remember how you looked. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes… Continue reading
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war. Twenty one gun salute Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall… Continue reading
Wildflowers A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Wildflowers I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regret dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t… Continue reading
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and photo coyotepoetrebloggedyosha (Thank you Tumblr) Follow The dance In the twilight of the day. You can dance to Lana Del Rey. You told… Continue reading
Hell or heaven A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Hell or heaven When I fall into your eyes. I feel like I’m dancing on a dangerous edge and close to paradise… Continue reading
In your lap A Poem by Coyote Poetry The safety of love. No better place to be. sweetmissllxx(thank you Tumblr) In your lap If I lost you. I would become empty and… Continue reading
Sunday lovers Me and you lost in cotton sheets. The sun sneaked into the room and you bring your body closer. You whispered. It is Sunday morning and we have no place… Continue reading