It is upon this death,
this death of love’s glory
that we shall burn,
burn in the passing of passion.
In its final days
love did not stand a chance,
battered and torn,
wings of an Angel could not save it.
Words of anger
echoed through out the world,
compassion faded fast
like a ghost in early morning sun.
Is there a chance
for it to return to its former glory,
embracing intimate moments
igniting romantic nostalgia of the soul,
or shall its passing
leave humanity hungering for a caress,
a caressing kiss so intense
its saved before its final breath.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2022
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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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