joe-adomavicia - Hello Poetry

Hello all, I have been busy at work on my upcoming book Love Unbound. This is a collection of romantic themed poetry. It is available on Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble.com and if you would like a signed copy message me and we can sort out details. I'm so thrilled to share this collection of poems with the world.

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Dec 14, 2017

Dec 14, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC

Love Unbound

Hello all, I have been busy at work on my upcoming book Love Unbound. This is a collection of romantic themed poetry. It is available on Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble.com and if you would like a signed copy message me and we can sort out details. I'm so thrilled to share this collection of poems with the world.

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She stood in a field of green Ripping the heads off daises— What subtle reinforcement for the fight. I have tried— With all of my might, To look beyond what greets my eyes, Yet find myself with no choice But to turn the other cheek. She stood with her feet in the sand Building towers only to knock them down— What subtle reinforcement for the fight. I have tried— With all of my might, But cannot stand to bare witness To the love of destruction and reconstruction With no other purpose than amusement. She stood with a heart in her hands Squeezing tightly, dispersing the remains— What subtle reinforcement For the fight. I have tried— With all of my might, But cannot rid myself of the pain of her disdain. She stood with a stone cold stare Eyes locked on the horizon— Emotionless, regretless. What subtle reinforcement For the fight. I have tried— With all my might, But at the end of the day I have learned one cannot Make another do or say What they deem to be correct.

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May 9, 2016

May 9, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC

Reinforcement For The Fight

She stood in a field of green Ripping the heads off daises— What subtle reinforcement for the fight. I have tried— With all of my might, To look beyond what greets my eyes, Yet find myself with no choice But to turn the other cheek. She stood with her feet in the sand Building towers only to knock them down— What subtle reinforcement for the fight. I have tried— With all of my might, But cannot stand to bare witness To the love of destruction and reconstruction With no other purpose than amusement. She stood with a heart in her hands Squeezing tightly, dispersing the remains— What subtle reinforcement For the fight. I have tried— With all of my might, But cannot rid myself of the pain of her disdain. She stood with a stone cold stare Eyes locked on the horizon— Emotionless, regretless. What subtle reinforcement For the fight. I have tried— With all my might, But at the end of the day I have learned one cannot Make another do or say What they deem to be correct.

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Women shouldn't have to do the things they do to meet made up standards of what beauty truly is— Because regardless of any appearance women are actual, natural and the catalyst of desire.

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May 8, 2016

May 8, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC

Women

Women shouldn't have to do the things they do to meet made up standards of what beauty truly is— Because regardless of any appearance women are actual, natural and the catalyst of desire.

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I am inclined to think We all are related in a selfish fashion— Every action has a reaction Every favor comes with a rebuttal. One way or another We smother each other— Subliminal hopes of bettering ourselves At the expense of crippling those we claim to be of importance. And this alone is what makes our worlds so similar. Humans are fragile psychologically and in physicality, So much we can't help but to betray the helping hand.

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May 4, 2016

May 4, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC

Helping Hand

I am inclined to think We all are related in a selfish fashion— Every action has a reaction Every favor comes with a rebuttal. One way or another We smother each other— Subliminal hopes of bettering ourselves At the expense of crippling those we claim to be of importance. And this alone is what makes our worlds so similar. Humans are fragile psychologically and in physicality, So much we can't help but to betray the helping hand.

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I don't think it's the lies within words that define a person— But it's the Lies within the heart that hold definition.

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May 4, 2016

May 4, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC

Definition

I don't think it's the lies within words that define a person— But it's the Lies within the heart that hold definition.

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More people should do their homework, if they did, there would be healthier conversation and less devastation.

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May 4, 2016

May 4, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC

Homework

More people should do their homework, if they did, there would be healthier conversation and less devastation.

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I woke to a thunderstorm's howling winds and staggering rains shaking and hammering against my wooden framed window panes— And no more than seconds later shattered glass became the new rug and the rain poured through the new hole in the wall followed by flaring flashes and unrelenting growls from an ebony sky. Cautiously I rose and made way to my old Olivetti pounding the keys explaining how nature spoke to me— Quickly, angrily, and violently, urging me to keep my eyes open, my chin up and shoulders square because the worst of the storm has yet to come and one may never know what may occur at any hour of the day.

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May 3, 2016

May 3, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC

Conversation with a Thunderstorm

I woke to a thunderstorm's howling winds and staggering rains shaking and hammering against my wooden framed window panes— And no more than seconds later shattered glass became the new rug and the rain poured through the new hole in the wall followed by flaring flashes and unrelenting growls from an ebony sky. Cautiously I rose and made way to my old Olivetti pounding the keys explaining how nature spoke to me— Quickly, angrily, and violently, urging me to keep my eyes open, my chin up and shoulders square because the worst of the storm has yet to come and one may never know what may occur at any hour of the day.

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I wonder about you everyday— Every little thing. Did you miss my voice today? I miss your voice. Did you cry today? If so, let my hands Clear the storm of your eyes. Did you smile today? I miss your smile It has made life worthwhile. How is school? What have you learned? What have you forgotten? I need to know if you will eventually End up forgetting me and all that we have. I need to know if you still love me And need me in your life. Who, what, where, why, and when? Your being is all I'm seeing. Who, what, where, why, and when? Your being is all I'm seeing. Am I on your mind as you drift off at night? Am I what you dream of at night? Am I the first you think of when you wake up? Do you gaze over at your passenger seat, longing for me to be there? We would drive along holding hands listening to music for hours— Does every little thing remind you of me? Your love greets me at all hours. Do you crave my lips as I do yours? When you close your eyes can you feel me? Does your body ache for my touch? My soul wants to leave this body in search of yours. I need to know if you will eventually End up forgetting me and all that we have. I need to know if you still love me And need me in your life. Who, what, where, why, and when? Your being is all I'm seeing. Who, what, where, why, and when? Your being is all I'm seeing.

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC

Your Being Is All I'm Seeing

I wonder about you everyday— Every little thing. Did you miss my voice today? I miss your voice. Did you cry today? If so, let my hands Clear the storm of your eyes. Did you smile today? I miss your smile It has made life worthwhile. How is school? What have you learned? What have you forgotten? I need to know if you will eventually End up forgetting me and all that we have. I need to know if you still love me And need me in your life. Who, what, where, why, and when? Your being is all I'm seeing. Who, what, where, why, and when? Your being is all I'm seeing. Am I on your mind as you drift off at night? Am I what you dream of at night? Am I the first you think of when you wake up? Do you gaze over at your passenger seat, longing for me to be there? We would drive along holding hands listening to music for hours— Does every little thing remind you of me? Your love greets me at all hours. Do you crave my lips as I do yours? When you close your eyes can you feel me? Does your body ache for my touch? My soul wants to leave this body in search of yours. I need to know if you will eventually End up forgetting me and all that we have. I need to know if you still love me And need me in your life. Who, what, where, why, and when? Your being is all I'm seeing. Who, what, where, why, and when? Your being is all I'm seeing.

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When I hear people say " I want to take my life back to a time when it was much simpler." I follow up and ask, "Why in the world would you want to live such a simple life?" I for one, would prefer to struggle, find a present solution and cope— Life is never going to be plain Jane and easy. Ask yourself, when did something good in life come easy? If we find truth and acceptance finding the light in darkness we will find success. If we let ourselves dwell in the past letting it control us Mourning over what once was and what could have been We waste days, months, even years trying to relieve the grievances of the past Dwelling, descending, succumbing, ignoring the realization that Life moves on within a duality— Warm and subtle like blood pouring from a wound And as cold as the hands that swing the blade.

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Apr 22, 2016

Apr 22, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC

Simpler Times

When I hear people say " I want to take my life back to a time when it was much simpler." I follow up and ask, "Why in the world would you want to live such a simple life?" I for one, would prefer to struggle, find a present solution and cope— Life is never going to be plain Jane and easy. Ask yourself, when did something good in life come easy? If we find truth and acceptance finding the light in darkness we will find success. If we let ourselves dwell in the past letting it control us Mourning over what once was and what could have been We waste days, months, even years trying to relieve the grievances of the past Dwelling, descending, succumbing, ignoring the realization that Life moves on within a duality— Warm and subtle like blood pouring from a wound And as cold as the hands that swing the blade.

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It looked like heaven was just beyond the clouds— lucid voices from afar spoke words of tarnished beauty. Bearing an aura, drawing me close, offering comfort and solace as a keepsake of the imminent. Where my faith lies I am unsure— and here I stand searching for meaning unsure of the cause.

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Apr 21, 2016

Apr 21, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC

Beyond the Clouds

It looked like heaven was just beyond the clouds— lucid voices from afar spoke words of tarnished beauty. Bearing an aura, drawing me close, offering comfort and solace as a keepsake of the imminent. Where my faith lies I am unsure— and here I stand searching for meaning unsure of the cause.

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