‘Bad to the bones”
Bad to the bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music took me to good days and places. Bad to the bones (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know… Continue reading
Bad to the bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music took me to good days and places. Bad to the bones (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know… Continue reading
Free-falling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine… Continue reading
My Winter love Pretty German girl whispered to me sweet and tender words at the German tavern. Dear Johnnie. Only wine become better with time and people who dance on nails and lies.… Continue reading
Originally posted on Shreds:
You saw, A girl wearing a dress so red You turned her into poetry With words of a wishful thinking Though completely unknown Of her life and love You…
Originally posted on Megha's World:
I’m breathing you in and exhaling out taking puffs of you and making clouds. I’m drunk on you intoxicated by your love with wine-stained lips I’m calling out…
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
The soul of solace Always surprised As if some spectator diety laughed at the absurdity of prediction? For mortal souls Never expected … solace often follows despair Down a…
Originally posted on it rains in my heart:
An ornament blue that reminded me of your eyes. The sleeve of silk that had finally felt like mine. The black of my eyes, the…