A new poem. Wildflowers
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
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
Please show me you love me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Please show me you love me I was a bleeding man. Old wounds allowed to bleed to keep safe. The… 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… Continue reading
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book. An empty book is a lonely… Continue reading
Cocoa beach A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places and old memories Cocoa beach I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa… Continue reading
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern. Drinking his rum… Continue reading
(Right or wrong decisions. We must learn to live with them) The whore bath A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must think and make wise decisions. The whore bath Large shining teeth.… Continue reading
I’m no-one. You are everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love. I’m no-one. You are everythingOld wise men know. The farewells… Continue reading
Blood and wine. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life teaches us many things. Sometime we must fight for the good things in our life. Blood and wine. Most of us are just… Continue reading
Short poetry about war. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war and violence. What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us. Who remember the… Continue reading