On Poetry Quotes
I chase the wind and get lost in the clouds. I'm sweep into darkness in my search for the light.
Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon, illuminate the shadows in the sky.
Keep Moving...Move forwardLet go Give inDecideand just DoProgress every dayAnd make one step forward no matter what's in your wayKeep moving, till one day you wake up and you're there.
a hymn then not to birds but to words which themselves feel like feather and wing and light, as if it were on the delicacy of such sweet syllables that flocks take flight.
We had the experience but missed the meaning, an approach to the meaning restores the experience
nothing is lifelesswhen the moon writes its screedon the silvern sand silence-From the poem:"The Universe In Blossom
No!I don’t love you!I just like you, a little.Your lips are sweet, and your eyes are precious to me.No!I don’t love you!I just like you, a little....
Only fools lay claims where lovers thread for when such love is renewed, lovers dance upon their heads.
On Paper*some call it poetrybut it is just painon paper_____________________rassool jibraeel snyman (c) 2015"The Poetic Assassin
What haunts me most about her eyes is the pain I put in them... In the corner of my dark soul Her passion is dark like a kohl She is giving new meaning to these feelings She is complete she is whole.
In you I see an immaculate woman full of feminine grace and untarnished beauty.
Many women have tried to compare to you, but they are only flawed imitations. You deserve the worlds admiration.
Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings.
Love did not die. I still create your image to my heart every solitary night.
But when you kiss me there's a spark, and I can't remember I'm only food to be consumed like an apple and not loved like a woman.
When true love broke my heart in half, I took the whiskey from the shelf, And told my neighbors when to laugh.I keep a dog, and bark myself.
Drink from the ethereal philosophy of Heaven and you may see life as no more no less than a dream made of pure poetry from divine source. AA
I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.
Everything is connected. We see the signs every moment. There are miracles waiting to happen!
Do tears not yet spilledwait in small lakes?Or are they invisible riversthat run toward sadness?
You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand.
May the nights always be aglowwith the bliss of the daywith unharmed hands and feetand kissed cheeks.
God’s justice in the one, and his goodness in the other, is exercised for evermore, as the everlasting subjects of his reward and punishment.
the time will come, my dearwhen I will hold you closeand all will beright againin the world.
As a way of getting in touch with my originsevery night I set the alarm clockfor the time I was born so that waking upbecomes a historical reenactment...
Stop the tape, cut the paper! I will just write another poem and grab a microphone and push record again!
Mountains clothed in snowRobed in white against blue skiesMirrored in the lake.
To them, eternal life beginsAnd God Himself shall wipe away all tears.
We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain
Let bricks of truth fill the skies and send their walls of conformity crashing downAnd let the heavens echo with the blows of our liberation
When you find yourself writing, reading, or listening the delivery of words when spoken? You know the melody of wordplay. “& I love Wordplay
