Christina Poems - Poems about Christina

Villa Christina

the wind whispers
secrets only trees hear
dandelion spirits soar

Lantern Of Light: Collab w Christina Bowring

Sparks aflame my sanctuary 
Flickering, roaming glints 
Over valleys of bygone years 
So long kept in shadows

Traversing the bleakest darkness 
Where heat of love evades 
As the cool of Prussian blue night 
Forms a silky silent shroud

Unravelling threads of sorrow's blinding 
Guiding me from night to day 
And through the hush, a glow emerges 
Soft

Christina In Red

As she waits, dressed in his favorite red,
she waits alone in an old-fashioned world,
not a breath of wind dares tossel her head
nor a drop of rain though the sea is twirled

by unceasing tide in passage of time,
stilled for a moment, captured forever
with color magic while still in her prime,
who remembers her mortal endeavor?

No one remembers

Christina Wrote A Sestina On The Nina

Christina why do you laugh
   at the men with whom you make love?
Do you have beliefs, any hopes?
Do you cry?
Do you need?
Do you fear?

Christina tell me all your fears
Ignore the devil when he laughs
Like me I know you need
   someone special to love
I say "In the rain we all cry
 

Emily

I do not know what's on your mind
I cannot ask, we are confined
To silence

You maybe want to share and chat
And tell your thoughts
Of this and that

So locked we are in soundless pose
Held secrets of our lone repose
Imagine we could read each thought

Communicate while saying naught
We may become just silent friends
Before the day of silence ends

And

Christina

Once a muse named Christina
who had the wisdom of Athena
	made a suggestion
	sage without question
and I followed into that arena

she recommended that I write
‘bout fairy tale characters with bite
	now there are many
	to choose aplenty
I’ll be writing late into the night

Although Christina does not know it
she's turned me to a kind of poet
	who can be silly
	write willy

Emagi - a Baby's Cradle By Christina Rossetti

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To My Daughters, Alexandria and Christina

My daughters, I’m so very proud of you.
You have grown to become, fine young women.
Let not your hearts or lives be ruled by men.
Stand fast, and to your own desires be true.
Take what you need, but no more than your due.
Act cautiously, you are noblewomen.
Speak softly for, you are gentlewomen.
Let integrity shine, in all you

Christina

The poetess Christina Rossetti,
Once sat at the end of a jetty,
The words wouldn't come,
So she sucked on her thumb,
Then wrote a small ode on spaghetti!!

Christina

Christina is pretty
She always looks nice
Her boyfriend loves her
He kissed her twice

Christina

He left her on the dance floor.
Her Ceasar on the blend.
Her jubilee of laughter
she danced to heights on end.

As chirping on her cell phone
alerted her to laughter.
and all the unknown callers
were hers for chasing after.

When something interrupted
she couldn't understand.
Her friends were yelling at her
come here; you're still unmanned.

The Poet's Pluck - Christina Rossetti

The Poet’s Pluck – Christina Rossetti

     In MY DREAM I see A PORTRAIT
     And REMEMBER a girl I used to know,
     SHE SAT AND SANG a loving song
     Of a boy from Oh, so long ago.

   

In Honor of Christina Grimmie

A heart like hers was true,
To me, I always felt like I knew you.
To many, a blessing you were,
When all of a sudden, there came a blur.
It all came down fast like the rain,
Giving my heart the greatest pain.
On the floor, I was curled up in a ball.
I was ready to crumble and fall.
On my

Christina, Puff of Smoke

When we were nine
and yearning, outcasted
I did not understand the bruised
nature of your soul. Perhaps I
do not understand even now.
I remember
how I criticized you for the way 
you sang "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star"
in your warbling baby voice
also how you were the only one
who ever acknowledged me.
I remember
how you lived with grandparents, aunts
instead of your methhead

A Painting Called Christina

Each subject breathes in a different way
with intimacy I can feel
Where images will call me
to fall into the spell.
Emotion draws me
to the place where
Christina's
beauty
dwelled
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Based on the paintings of Andrew Wyeth
And his series of "Christina"
12//10/15

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