Poem Quotes
Will and Love practicedto invoke her Majesty KundaliniIn the world where Adepts die and bloom as LotusesThe perfection of Union is Silence
Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life.
Moon is a superstar to a neon lightBoth are in doubt of their lifeless plight One envies the sun, the other one’s scared But to face the dark they’re always prepared
Cherish the beauty and cherish the pain, both will give you experience and you will never be the same
the star that I was wishingthe light that I was kissingsitting back and reminiscing that night, it was missing.
she has cratersbut only a fool can deny her beauty.She silently stare sun whole night& reflects his lighthis love with stars at times.
The truth is the object of our lustBut the light is still so very dim…
It’s a poem, of our love, that doesn’t rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end.
her grass seemed greener until a drought cameand cracked the earth beneath you.
I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churning bile and burnt hairfeels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying
Like young fern shootsmy child's fingers curled.I did not expect, in the fifth month, frost.
I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)
oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)
...gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)
I left smiles on your wordless lipsThe night roads- dismal and narrow, dream’s path remains shadowy wideas our lone hearts felt that arrowFrom the Poem 'My Tomorrow
There lives a weeperin each of us-a silent mourner honoring our despairwhen our willingness slain by helplessness continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again
If love and beauty were easy to find, they would not exist.Chaos and sadness exist in order for you to find the love and beauty in them. So that love and beauty mean something.It's meant to be hard.
Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound
In past wars only homes burnt, but this timeDon't be surprised if even loneliness ignites.In past wars only bodys burnt, but this timeDon't be surprised if even shadows ignite.
Walking with my doggy is so much fun! And she makes me laugh, she makes me run. Licking she likes to make some good new friends, Kindly enough with cyclists who spin with no end.
I've discovered a way to stay friends forever - There's really nothing to it. I simply tell you what to doAnd you do it!
Wherever you go in the next catastrophéBe it sickroom, or prison, or cemet’ryDo not fear that your stay will besolit’ryCountless souls share your fate, you’ll have company!
No matter how you are taught by your teacher about how to recite a poem, it is impossible to wear your teacher's smiling face to the stage. You got to change your own face into a smiling one!
No matter how you were taught by your teacher about how to recite a poem, it is impossible to wear your teacher's smiling face to the stage. You got to put on that smile.
Each today, well-lived, makes yesterday a dream of happiness and each tomorrow a vision of hope. Look, therefore, to this one day, for it and it alone is life.” —Sanskrit poem
In the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven. And when you leave, don't forget why you came...
Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.
Time’s relativity is considered and abandoned, for the more revelatory experiences of starlightin strands, and pearly floors that span as far as absolute compassion...
My path will weaveThe way you sayThere is no doubtYou'll create the way
Change like a treeWhen it is winterDon’t complain or fearJust wait for the spring To bloom and sing
The horses have stoppedtheir clippity-clop, but feet are too slowfor where I must go.So here I shall stayuntil light of daywhen clippity-clopgets my team underway.
I’m looking for youin the bare corridor where my shadow is the only passerbyharmonizing an unsettling whisper: echoed through my chiming thoughtsFrom the poem 'Looking For You
Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die
...you hold a poemthat functions half as personalnote and half as telescopeto the heightsawaiting us all.