Call a friend, may need a voice. (If I make it till the Spring.)
I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1989. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family.… Continue reading
I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1989. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family.… Continue reading
Don’t give-up I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well. I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation.… Continue reading
Silence and listen A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to listen. Silence and listen Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.… Continue reading
I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better… Continue reading
Hold Silence and listen A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to listen. Silence and listen Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old… Continue reading
Two brothers who committed suicide. Silence and listen A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to listen.… Continue reading
Oh Captain, Oh captain. Where are you Now? (All of us feel weak and alone. I have been saved often. I tried to save some people. A kind voice and open arms… Continue reading