Poetry is of the soul, a journey taking us to the very depths of who we are as a human. It is the observation of the human condition and all that we aspire to be.

Poetry gives us hope in a chaotic world, that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

The passion of poetry is in all of hearts. No matter if we are lovers or friends or just silhouettes in the night, poetry is ours from sunrise to sunset and all the time in between.
Poetry is the beat of the hearts of lovers everywhere. It is the language of humanity throughout the ages of mankind.
Poetry will being us closer to our human souls in the new age of mankind, no matter how near or far we are from one another.

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“Love’s Magical Touch”

Is it not for love’s amazementthat this world breathes,far beyond ordinary dreams. Touching the sky of hope oftenwith intimate moments,such as the world has never seen. Kiss me upon some starry nightheld in high esteem,as the fire of desire grows. Like a rain shower bathing Earthquenching our thirst,for miracles in the universe of humanity. ThisContinue reading ““Love’s Magical Touch””

“As The World Sleeps”

And in the endwho do we really havebut one another. . . .to embracein the dark of night,momentsbefore the dawn. Fearful of the light. . . .yet but one kissupon our lips,can chase awaythe shadows. On this nightof intimacyso free spirited. . . . we shallsatisfy our hungereating at us,like the dawn devoursthe retreating night.Continue reading ““As The World Sleeps””

“Love Like A Rising Sun”

Shall our lovewarm like a thousand suns,on this grayNovember day,bathing dreary memoriesto dark extinction. Our faith burnsbrilliantly created by hope,so deepwithin ourvibrant human souls,we taste the burn. Grateful for this fact,we rise to the heat of passionthat sweatsupon our skinintimately warmingthat which feeds our hunger. Timothy Michael DiVito c2021


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