Fool’s gold.
Fool’s gold Once we held hands and we talk of the great escape. We drank expresso coffee, and we walked on the Monterey pier. I savored your sweet voice and I remember. I… Continue reading
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Love had taught me madness.
Break me. Please break me and make me bleed. Make me know, I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of… Continue reading
Beautiful Delia.
Delia A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful Delia is dancing alone somewhere. (The name Delia is of Greek origin. The meaning of Delia is “visible”. It is also of English origin, where its meaning is “of Delos“.… Continue reading
I love you; I love you; I love you.
I love you; I love you; I love you. I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted soft hands in your hands. Someone to hold you tightly in the coldness of the lonely… Continue reading
My greatest regret was you.
My greatest regret was you 1- Loved and lost. Dear lover, my beautiful love.Honey, sweetheart and my love.Where are you now?Once we drank the Long Island iced tea and laughed at the midnight… Continue reading
Fabiola, my Fabiola.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
The poet’s heart.
The poet’s heart… The poet wrote to paper. Where are you my love, sweet. He told the morning sky, do you remember? I promised you a summer waltz near the sea and I… Continue reading
Morning glory.
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 pancakes cooking… Continue reading
I saw a face.
I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory,was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me, and she embraced me… Continue reading
A song of forever.
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shunned love, and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading