Poems On Life Quotes

Poems On Life Quote of the day

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

I'm two days away from day after tomorrowCounting the hours to my upcoming sorrow Suddenly I lookinto the eyes of my childThen all sadness goneas I smile the way she smiled

Just knowing that you are there and you would be thinking about me while I am thinking about you makes my heart feel serene and contented.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

Careful.The fall is quick, steep, and permanent.

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

I bleed to un-break you, un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

I build boxesand place them at your feet, to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

Faith helps you to over come all the troubles, If you faith, troubles will blow out like bubbles.So let faith become your strength, As faith will help you to walk the length.

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

Bridge burned from end to end, and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

I die a little, In the echo of your silence.

In that wounded place, buried betweenmy ribs and letting go, I miss you.

Through windows, in wishing wells, whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

There lived a poet in the lands of gold, Wrote along poems unaffected by warmth or cold, His words spoke truth and pen's stroke was bold, His only motive: lives to mould

Cold feet under a warm blanket, steam over an empty mug--rain splatters on dry window pane--open journals of closed memories... tears of laughter and joy of pain... schmaltz of diametric morning.