5 Newest Poems By Mario Vitale

The Chosen

in a little while

then I shall be no more

with each tender mire

leaves across the floor,

leaves out on the parlor

coffee in the frig

a box filled with chocolates

a note telling you how to live

the willingness to forgive

Patience Until Summer

we wait for the winter chill to end

falling onThe Chosen

in a little while

then I shall be no more

with each tender mire

leaves across the floor,

leaves out on the parlor

coffee in the frig

a box filled with chocolates

a note telling you how to live

the willingness to forgive

Patience Until Summer

we wait for the winter chill to end

falling on the arms of a faithful friend

the willingness to be no end

shadows block the memory

each step that I take

can't be retraced

a loving satin laced

perfume amidst decadance

the shallow pools resolve

The Fragrance Of The Timberwolf

occupy til I come

a blade of grass is formed

through tyrants rant of yesterday's advance

to help you get along

strong is the tongue that sets on fire a world made torn

curse the day you were actually born

the parting sky to a faint lulabye

a reprise to be learned

another page is turned

Sweet Anabele Lee

fancy and free

the way is she

my sweet Anabele Lee

her face was slim

in place of her offering

you mad a friend

in sweet Anabele Lee

she cherished a rose

that was plucked a time before

with quaint laughter to appease

start spreading its disease

through a doorway portal fill with cobblestone

she walk alone hopeful

through Lavender hue upon her brow

a sweet delicate shawl

she dances in a ring of fire

yet throws of each challenge with a shrug

Quaint Tapestry

sweet ambiance torn red

thoughts within my head

look at the story now read

your as good as dead

filter through a song of granduer

shadows block the vortex

wallow in the midnight mire

seek a gun for hire

the twist of the hand makes you understand the arms of a faithful friend

the willingness to be no end

shadows block the memory

each step that I take

can't be retraced

a loving satin laced

perfume amidst decadance

the shallow pools resolve

The Fragrance Of The Timberwolf

occupy til I come

a blade of grass is formed

through tyrants rant of yesterday's advance

to help you get along

strong is the tongue that sets on fire a world made torn

curse the day you were actually born

the parting sky to a faint lulabye

a reprise to be learned

another page is turned

Sweet Anabele Lee

fancy and free

the way is she

my sweet Anabele Lee

her face was slim

in place of her offering

you mad a friend

in sweet Anabele Lee

she cherished a rose

that was plucked a time before

with quaint laughter to appease

start spreading its disease

through a doorway portal fill with cobblestone

she walk alone hopeful

through Lavender hue upon her brow

a sweet delicate shawl

she dances in a ring of fire

yet throws of each challenge with a shrug

Quaint Tapestry

sweet ambiance torn red

thoughts within my head

look at the story now read

your as good as dead

filter through a song of granduer

shadows block the vortex

wallow in the midnight mire

seek a gun for hire

the twist of the hand makes you understand

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