What Is Poetry Quotes
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...
Prayer is a many fingeredand kaleidoscopic thing—it foldsand unfolds inside of you. It entersthe many rooms you cannot enter.
I beg you, help me, in angelic charity, Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!
...all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad...
A lie is still a lieeven if it’s disguisedas the truth.
One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...but one fleeting glance.
...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths...
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.
It’s exciting to watch young children read poetry for the first time. You can sense the wheels turning and you just know their brain is doing this wonderful thing called learning. It’s magical!
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.
It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful, the way I actually did.
Even in solitude, silence stays, like a loyal supporter, with its unbroken presence.
Poetry is the way that we transcend language through language. And thus our freedom lies in the poetry of all things
Today, find a point of stillness: brief, but precious slight, but full small, but luminously real. Find a point stillness in the balance of all things between the breathing out and breathing in.
Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life.
I keepholding upthe mirror of the sun, so you can see the stunningreflections of everythingyou’re becom-ing.
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
If I were a flower, humming bird would be my favourite beeAnd If I were blind, the light of darkness I'd love to see
The garden was full of sorrowSongbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhymeClouds caused to appear and cast down darknessFor this was the first day the sun didn't shine
I believe the night I’ve never methides one elusive star I needto divide me between darkness and light
Grace will dropinto your pocketon a day of waning light-
holding the eveningtremblingly close to mei weepinto the sun lettingthe burdenof hopelift off my chesti realizethis is what it meansto be free.
The lights became stars, which became streaks in the grayspace, and then networks of fading shimmers
I'd rather be not the light in your lifeThe bright day might make me obscureI'd rather be the cold darknessFor it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure
The truth is the object of our lustBut the light is still so very dim…
There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time.
So we found the end of our journey.So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.
...you want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow? ...
...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...
...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...
She doesn't trust easily, but when she does it's always with the devil himself.
give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.
Forgive me that I felt forsaken, That grief and angst was all I knew. Forgive me that I kept mistaking Too many other men for you.
When I touch you, it makes me trembling.I feel like I've lost myself, existentially.Your lips on mine makes me feel likeI'm flying across the universe, without aimlessly.
her grass seemed greener until a drought cameand cracked the earth beneath you.
Here is the simple truth about people: Love the ones you want to keep.
She’s all the blood I’ve ever shed. She’s every time I’ve ever thought of death. She’s every time I’ve ever looked at happiness and thought, ‘That’s not meant for me.
But life, they said, means life. Dying inside.The Devil was evil, mad, but I was the Devil's wifewhich made me worse. I howled in my cell.If the Devil is gone then how could this be hell?
