Poetry Quotes
this heart yearns...for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms...unknown adventures.
Speak to the breeze cautiously during those lonely summer nights.
I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.
kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.
When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.
Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.
my dear, we are all made of water. it's okay to rage. sometimes it's okay to rest. to recede.
you are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.
To have been where you have beenAnd to still have joy, Dazzling in your heart, Now there’s a thing to make the whole world smile.
The sacred bequestOf times long spent with your heartThat saturate and illuminate you nowSo piercingly…
Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments…And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadowsClaim too much your sadness at leaving.
Open the doors of your heart and they will come…And for every cruel arrow, Sweet caresses of delirium alsoTo nourish your soul.
Choose wisely From those who start A fire in your heart. Some may burn you to shreds, While you were looking for warmth.
His mindIt says survival of the fittest butHis soulRevival of the idiotsSo good riddance, dancing
Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy
I was running on the earth, Slashing primeval winds.I was running in the world, Riddled with darkness.
White IrisThe iris danced acrossthe ancient Grecian skiesgliding with her embossedsatiny milken sides ...
Little Maiden Encounters FearDeepest regions walked she therelittle maiden sweet and fairventured far from the pathnever a whispernever a laugh...
Sleeping AtlantisSilent cool watersdancing upon her skin ~silent cool waterushering dreams within...
Git'er DoneThey beat their swords upon their shieldsTo no beast or man would they yield
Meadow's Waltz...the meadow had becomeher sanctuary of spiritoffering an escape from a painno child should ever endureforeboding clouds began...
The Decision...I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before...
The River SwishDeftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~Canorous rush of theriver swish....
Calico KittyMy calico kittywas painted and primedshe could prowlthe night away ~without spending a dime...
Count the cost of your calling, find the value of your dream, and most of all find your place in His love.
There should ne’er be a timeWhen a duty or dimeDoth outshineThe importance of family.
ilet myselfknowthat my lifedoesn'thave to be overjust becausetheirs are& i wentahead& paintedthe sunback into my sky.I am allowed to live my life.
It took me a long time to realiseThat mothers are women who carry you And not necessarily in their womb.
Friday night's alright for fightingSaturday, Sunday, Monday tooEvery night is a night of fightingWith family and friends like you
I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead
Reflections they give meThat my mirror does notThey know the new meNot the old meThat I am not
we always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren't quite readyto sign it.
may my touchalways...be tenderas i would strokemother's cheekswhen she cried.
PartingOne is strong, a child now grownThe other weak, a parent aged-The strong once feebleThe weak once mighty-Time, the infinityhas marked them...
Soul SisterEvoking all my inner goodnesswith bastions of timeI cradle your heartsisterly into mine...
Silent our body is a sacred temple, A place to connect with other people. Can't we just stay any younger? Really, we might keep it stronger, Elated, rather than so tilted or feeble!!
...now open your mind by closing your eyessee the unseen world within you which liesFrom the poem 'The Unseen World
It has the elegance of a sword The might of a shield, How you chose to fight or yieldIts your to wield.Identify your mind.Poem: The Beautiful Mindin ‘Chameleon Lights
the mind is a treasuretrove, an almanac, a tomb.
Between the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing:Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway. (pg. 16)
