Poems Quotes

An envy of that one consummate partSwept me, who mock. Whether I laugh or weep, Some inner silences are at my heart.

Why not fall in love with an artist? Otherwise there are no letters, pictures, paintings and songs for you when you wake up.

Poems are lenses, mirrors, and X-ray machines.

If I were John LennonAnd my feelings for you grew, I'd have left The BeatlesTo spend all my time with you

The burning off and the gathering together are one.

They're only trees. Only trees. Whose afraid of lonely trees?

think think think until you blink

Words mean nothingActions are everythingExpect nothingAppreciate everything

Sad that there is books that are based on bad events that has happened. But there is books that has been based on really good events. I like to read the ones that are based on both.

Poems are the chorus of our lives. the poet sets the words to the music of our souls. Each poem has its own rhythm that drums like a heartbeat.

Yesterday I fell completely off the face of the earthContemplating life, light and love in the darkness of the voidStrangely it was in the dark that I found meaning for the light

When one does not die for the other, then we are already dead_

[poems are] crystals deposited after the effervescent contact of the spirit with reality.(cristaux deposes apres l'effervescent contact de l'esprit avec la realite)

...some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns...

The rat isthe mous-tacheinthetrache.the wrong-doerinthesoer.

Asthmatic spewer of filth gasps, but clean air does not sufficeTo fuel fires fueled by thoughts got rottenLest we all be forgotten thingsThat sit like dust upon the mantel of her mind

a politician is an arse uponwhich everyone has sat except a man

The machines are too dull when weare lion-poems that move & breathe.

Among many people with you

Nothing can separate two hearts that have found each other

Lovely as the morning

Love from blue waves

Our love is a rainbow

Love is a red rose

You are my star in the days of darkness

With the power of love

We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.

I grow old … I grow old …

Emotional pain was the price I paid on the path to becoming a woman. So excuse me if I’m not clueless like a little girl.

My soul is crushed under the weight of tears I can’t spill.

We choose exile as a vantage point

Are you willing to nourish your heart with love

Children picking up our bonesWill never know that these were onceAs quick as foxes on the hill

We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.

The summer in youcalms the winter in me.

A poem without metaphor is a gelding

Even famous poets such as Marianne Moore and William Carlos Williams were rarely asked to read their poems.

I still read Donne, particularly his love poems.