What Is Poetry Quotes
It's not what you go through that makes you strong: it is how you handle the situation that gives you strength.
Love does not claim materialistic possession of any kind, it yields complete freedom.
At breakfast!' said Louise in an awed voice. 'A man who can read poetry at breakfast would be capable of anything.
don't wait for the man standing in the snowto cut off his arm help him now
The fact that Iam writing to youin Englishalready falsifies what Iwanted to tell you.My subject:how to explain to youthat I don't belong to Englishthough I belong nowhere else, if not herein English.
That is what you meant to me: a light that shone through the darkness.” (Your smile, p. 56)
What is madness but nobility of the soul at odds with circumstance.
For you may palm upon us new for old:All, as they say, that glitters, is not gold.
My heart is small, like a love of buttons or black pepper.
Know that I loved you and that I belonged to you. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.
I - will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all.
She has learned to love. To fear. To hate. And then to love again. Through it all, she writes.” ~Once Upon A Time There Was A Girl
. . . We love fog becauseit shifts old anomalies into the elementssurrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing
We made love outdoorsWithout a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew.
My best testimonies are from the times I thought I couldn't survive.
You can make a difference in another person's life and not realize it, just by giving them One Moment of your time, One Memory to recall, One Motion that tells them they are not alone! OM!
I do not write to you, but of you, /because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.
Every poet... finds himself born in the midst of prose. He has to struggle from the littleness and obstruction of an actual world into the freedom and infinitude of an ideal.
The new world is as yetbehind the veil of destinyIn my eyes, howeverits dawn has been unveiled
There is nothinggoing on. I took nothingyou wanted. You can'thave it back.
Hold your venomDo you recognise the instinctin me, fellow scorpion?
i want to go to the gymand pretend the weight machines are drumsand play the longest drum solo on them
Wherever we go we do harm, forgivingourselves as wheels do cement for wearingeach other out. We set this houseon fire, forgetting that we live within.(from "To a Meadowlark, " for M.L. Smoker)
i laced my shoes with sorrowand walked a weary roaddead end streetsdon't come undonewith double knots wing tipped shoesthat walk on airthrough vacant lots
I drink from a small spring, my thirst exceeds the ocean.
I came here to be for all and with all, and what I do today in my solitudewill be echoed tomorrow by the multitude.What I say now with one heartwill be said tomorrow by thousands of hearts...
a joy that hurts with sadnessa sadness that is pleasurablea pleasure full of terrora terror that excitesan excitement that calmsa calmness that frightens.
Pensar incomoda como andar à chuvaQuando o vento cresce e parece que chove mais.
One cannot make bargains for blissesOr catch them like fishes in netsAnd sometimes the things that life misses Help more than the things that it gets.
We are each what never leaves us, what we never seethe back ofis the self. But what loves usis at the back, as Eurydice wasescorting him outwithout his knowing.
in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.
i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.
Let your love flow where the beautiful things are and something beautiful will always come your way.
Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us, Snow-hushed and heartless.
