When you cry
do you die a little each time,
forgetting the reason,
or the rhyme so true to who you are.
the time we kissed romantically
under the old oak tree,
Winter snow blanketing our embrace,
like a million diamonds
upon the land of our dreams.
Kissing until our intimate
moment was burned into our memory,
for an honest to goodness
sincere lifetime of forever's and never never.
The cold crisp air
is never noticed by our passionate kiss,
as we entwine in the warmth
of the possibility of our true, forever love.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2021
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on three other books at the present time. The first is entitled "The Angel and the Witches, the second is "Once Upon A Halloween" and the third is "The Devil's Playground".
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