I seen you put the red rose on my casket, with great sorrow in your soul. I guess this means it's over, remember me please with a true love so real, never to die. As I walk the lonely walk alone, the red rose memory in my ghostly mind forever, under the green trees of our home, interred in the earth is my body, but not our love. It lives eternally in us, in who we are lovers in the pain of reality. Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
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 two other books at the present time. One is entitled "The Angel and the Witches and the other is "Once Upon A Halloween" View more posts
