Thank you so much for stopping by my poetry pages here is where you will find my writings such as my poetry. which I enjoy doing! I love putting my thoughts on paper it is very therapeutic.

Please do not take any of them for I have put my heart and in them and would hate to lose them.

I would love it if you would sign my guest book and tell me what your thoughts are on my site and/or poetry.

Now pull up a chair (as if you weren't already sitting right (smiles) and grab a cup of coffee (or tea if you prefer) and prepare to come away with me into my realm, Evona's dreams and thoughts!

Please check back often for I will be adding more poems to this page.

Flames of our Passion!

His flames engulf me.
His flames licking me.
His flames gently kissing me.
Flames caressing me softly all over my body.
The passion of the flames are creating more.
His fire is burning me.
Can't stop it.
Don't want to.
More flames.
Burning, burning,
He's burning too.
Burning with my flames.
My flames are stronger.
The flames of our passion have now engulfed us both.
Love is eternal.
And so are the flames of our passion.


Unbearable Itch!

I itch all over.
I try to scratch.
But it won't go away,
Cause it's you.
You're deep below the skin,
And I can't get you to go away.
Yet you're gone.
But I still feel you.
Far below the muscles even.
You go so deep it hurts to think of it.
You loved me once.
Might still feel it.
Why didn't it work?
Were we too alike?
Were we not meant to be?
Was fate not on our side?
Please tell me I'm lying to myself.
Please tell me she means nothing to you.
She was merely a pawn to get me over you.
And if so it didn't work.
Cause I can't without you.
My eyes are out now out of all there tears.
And I've had about as much pain as I going to take.

Handicap

The road is long.

The further we go the worst it gets.

There is a solid sheet of ice on the road now.

Can we make it?

We were going slow but there were maniacs streaking passed.

Grandma in second gear trying not to kill us.

She'd had three accidents the whole trip, most were earlier that day.

Then suddenly the world is in motion and just as sudden it stopped.

The Uhaul truck was face on coming

the on coming lights of cars coming over the hill and the Uhaul trailer,

with Grammys car on it, down in the ditch.

coming soon

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