Poem Quotes
For every moment of suffering, Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.
A writer draws a road map where readers walks with their love, joy, anger, tears, and dismay. Every story, every poem, has different meanings for every reader.
Give me a moment I am preparing to drawback to screamLouder than a train overhead below a railroad bridge
I wish to resist the temptation to kiss...By super magic animals (Song: The Temptation)A visual poem about unfulfilled love...
Tender Ember...Barred and brandedto be forever unlovedI was a tender emberseeking solace from above...
Just when you see a kid selling a mascot, If you don't buy it because he winks, Not only that will be considered a "boycott", Xenophobically, it will also be a jinx!
Lo! A call for a bloody trial-Retribution should it hail!Whose? you ask, For he that deems it a worthy task!
Don't be concerned with other women's beauty. Only admire God's amazing work and wish them well., this earth was made to bite us in half and grind us to bone, but we were made to be kind.
Thus it is, we sow motions of hatred out of our own impoverished understanding of love. Yet we do so in the name of love. The perplexing precipice of the illusory infirmity.
...unquestioning automatonsblindly marching to the beat -an eerie crunching soundhoards of shuffling feet...(from silent moments)
You exalt me Bati, This is the message to the society, Brightest day demands struggling, suffering and sacrifice, heroic labor would suffice.
Whoever challenges freaks should noticethat in the method he does not mature into a beast.
Pour Into My Spirit...spread your arms around meconsole me and keep me close -wield your mighty swordto vanquish all my foes...
If I die today, will you remember me tomorrow?The love I'm leaving behind, will you care to borrow? From a snake-shed-skin or from the sky unknownIn all living and the dead I'll dwell to groan
Green and living jewels drip into my eyes" from the poem "All Green and Living Things" in the book "Terra Affirmative
Find mebeneath your tongue, but not with other lipsnor by another tongueFind melet your yearning run wild as thirst seeks wateras silence seeks the soundFind meand I will be on my way...
Stars are out and there is seaenough beneath the glistening earthto bear me toward the futurewhich is not so dark. I see.
MotherHushed and sacred silencefills the dawning skyI ponder in this momentof our journey which is nigh...
I once began to ask around what constitutes a good poem. It felt petty, in a sense. A boy would need no help in deciding which girls he thinks are pretty.
The things you struggle with today are the things you choose to struggle with.Because you believe that what you want to accomplish, is worth struggling for.
Nothingness...there in this placewhere nothingness takesbut for the glimmera steadfast shimmerall would be consumed...
Everything is still everything.The Poem Remains.
The fly lands on the swatter.The movie runs backwardsand catches fire in the projector.This species apes us wellby talking only about itself
The sky never falls with the rain. It is never weighed down by all that it carries. It takes all of its anchorsand turns them into stars. Learn from this.
Your flesh is not a reflection of your soul. So when you look in the mirror, remember that your light outshines your flaws.
I am in awe of flowers. Not because of their colors, but because even though they have dirt in their roots, they still grow. They still bloom.
Life is so beautiful and so short that anything that makes me feel less than too much is nothing at all.
Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.
Words are fossilized butterfly wings, pretty to look at sometimes, but only good for Museums.I want to miserably burn down the Museums.
PoemWords from the heartBreaking, teaching, healingThe deepest, purest form of artFeeling
Poetry is one of my guilty pleasures and I want to thank you poets for providing me with beautiful words that I can devour and selfishly indulge in any time I want. ♥-Nina Jean Slack
Like a deep sad noteplayed beneath the oceanwaving through the orbthe memories of youthe bittersweet echoesinfixed forever in my heart
The monsters were neverunder my bed.Because the monsterswere inside my head.I fear no monsters, for no monsters I see.Because all this timethe monster has been me.
I want to celebrate the sadness that makes you feel everything so deeply. I want to throw a party for the wounds that make you so unabashedly human.
Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.
I sat in a boxWith walls on each side.Not too tall.Not too wide.To think.To ponder.To pray.To hide.I sat in a box and cried.
Solace of Silencesurreal synapsesof a melancholy dronea dream per chanceshe dared not be alone...
I beg you, help me, in angelic charity, Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, And if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my toys will break.So none of the other kids can use 'em....Amen.
A lie is still a lieeven if it’s disguisedas the truth.
Latin is a dead tongue And Romans made songs! Then no one disagree: It delighted them in theory Now it's "the Latin" in me.
Stop blaming people for not helping you. No matter how your teacher teaches you to recite a poem, you can’t wear her smiling face to the platform. You’ve got to put that smile on your own face.