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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

coming
soon

coming
soon


Poems
by Amanda Kaetterhenry Copyright
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