What Is Poetry Quotes
But how wonderful when the tale is told, And the message that is meant for usOpens like the scents of a mountain flower!
OnceThere was a quiet island, With a name.You must believe me When I say that sunlight, Impure but beautiful, Broke upon the bay, silveredThe unrepentant, burning moon.
If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean's insanity.Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.
Projection from the beginning of time White women with a passionate horns Butchered yet another beloved
But the seawhich no one tendsis also a garden
My father's love was always strongMy mother's glamour lives on and on.Yet still inside I felt alone, for reasones unknow to me.
Her touch is like doing simple mathWhen she sleeps in the bed, subtracting clothesThere is a red ink, like a sparkling red wine, adding colorsDividing body, remembering gods, without multiplying
They tell me to be quietWhen I’d rather cause a riotAnd have everyone screamingOut their eccentric meaning.
We are only allowed to livedue to some colossal misunderstanding.
Many CastlesOn My Travels i have been A guest in Many castles Yet the Monument Which i Find Divine Is the oasis Where the heart And the silence Intertwine.
Must always try to be out thereGetting everything out thereTake what is inside yourselfAnd place it out there.
It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name, Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with light.
I can tell you that solitudeIs not all exaltation, inner spaceWhere the soul breaths and work can be done.Solitude exposes the nerve, Raises up ghosts.The past, never at rest, flows through it.
you want to be angry but you can’t stop looking and when you look you love and when you love the entire world unfolds around you
Shut lips, sleeping faces, Every stopped machine, The dumb and littered placesWhere crowds have been:.All silences rejoice, Weep (loudly or low), Speak-but with the voiceOf whom, I do not know.
Stay away from the underground lake I implore, The Siren will see you are heard of no more.
He offered his love ... she could not bother, She gives her love to the other! The other!
Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten, Eternal Wisdom can never die ...
The Scorpion?The Grasshopper?Which way will she go?
If Erik existed and lived life in despair, We wish him to know we are here and we care.
Has father from HeavenSent the Angel to me?
Have they known scorn like youFive cellars down?
No more can this Angel teach her, Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...
Now Leroux, what think youOf this twist to the story?
She reminded me that I could write stories, /could be struck by lightning & live.
Pity that child who was born near Rouen, His only crime, to arrive deformed.
Music helps to forgetThis forsaken tomb, That is my abodeCellars downFar belowUnder the ground, ...
Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world ...
She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by - And never knew.
Random thoughts that fly away. Where words has no place to stay. Let it be right where they are. Let the work of art preserve its life.
You smile and draw me near and whisper, "Do as dreamers do."I lean to you and whisper in your ear, "I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.
Tonight, I won't dream, because nobodyhas held me and no hands have strayed and eventhough I'm drunk with love, my arms are empty.
With a metal heartI came to this life, My head was a crucible, full of elixir.Pearl by pearlMy heart was poured, Drop by dropMy head was splashed.The world was entirely a magnet.
Until we say the truth, there can be no tenderness.As long as there is desire, we will not be safe
Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.
Today I introduced myself to my very own Heart, In silent agony, after all these years it bled apart.