Poem Quotes

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Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die

Dancing to the sounds of trees and stones and slow minutes ticking in our hearts and bones.

Life writes the poetry, but it will always call for witnesses and scribes alike to tattoo its echoes upon the ghosts of trees.

They tended to look at his lips, for his transient gaze was dizzying, though the mouth, you see, the mouth was also a danger, for the teeth would do the unraveling.

Linear’s defeated form The intangible reality rise.'' ~ Wanderer

You do not see the painting in the attic The maggots on skin that tear. The beauty is a trick. Narcissus - promise naught but air...'' ~ Dorian Gray

Never on painter's canvas livesThe charm of his fancy's dream.

If I knew what safety looked like, I would have spent less time falling into arms that were not

My life was a blank paper, until you came to rhyme with words & make it a poetry book. ❤ ❤

Blank pages are cruelPure torture in white or beigeBut how else to start

Everything is blood and vines. The mark of another day of revolving the body exact And the sky is ours our hope our blue our silence our throat of burning wildflowers.

When all that's left mediocrity and each day just bleeds into the next.

A poem is about something the way a cat is about the house.

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee—

...you hold a poemthat functions half as personalnote and half as telescopeto the heightsawaiting us all.

#Ola MusingsHer brow's penciled bowEyes tinged with kohl wowA mere passing shadow of hersCauses dust dry bloom wow!By nCr

To write you into poems, and make you unerasable.

Sitting makes us think of standingOur current stance keeps on demanding We wish to fly without the wings Puppets move before pulling the strings

If I was asked to write a poem about her. Every word I use would end up, being her name. And it would still sound so beautiful and breathtaking to me in the end.

Nostalgia dies in the pit of my throat from lack of exercise and I buried the word six feet under the pronunciation of hopeful tomorrows.

3 A.M. isn't a time for sleep when the silhouette of you is breathing next to me.

Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.

I am foolish in the way distance makes me feel partial.

Doubt quit stopping by when I started staying out late, dancing in a flood of self assurance discovered when holding your hand.

Leave the hush to those who love like apes because together, you and I make vulgar sounds like a fervent sojourn in paradise.

Dissociated, I follow this body in its reckless haste.

Sometimes my helpless blood runs numb and, if only for a second, I forget how frail bones can be.

Persephone had it right.If you must go, might as welltake all of spring with you—

STATISTICSPack of Lucky Strikes.A lottery ticket

They say Night is all black in the faceAll that glitters only adds to the graceNo attempt to success ever succeedsWithout one slogging through the blackened days"- Poem "The Beauty of Night

so the poem hurt you.it was supposed to.

But the rare herb, Forgetfulness, / It hides away from me.

Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along.

Pure is honourable.Honourable is right.Right is lovely.Lovely is admirable.Admirable is excellent.Excellent is prasie worthy.Praise worthy is peace.

All that is gold does not glitterNot all those who wander are lostThe old that is strong does not witherDeep roots are not reached by the frost

The other day I chanced to meet An angry man upon the street — A man of wrath, a man of war, A man who truculently bore Over his shoulder, like a lance, A banner labeled “Tolerance.

Understand the poem not the poet.

Be nothing which thou art not

i have taken life as its came to me first time i wanted to go to life .

In all the flames of fire fume’s left the traceInto the bluest sea the sky is drownedThe miracles of life can you embraceFrom the poem 'Can You Embrace?

Inside my head / or in a distant / Galaxy / Soft I hear it / Calling me." from the song "In the Blackness" in the poetry collection "Terra Affirmative".

We need each other yet, we bleed each other of the very life we are all drowning in with one another...

The.World.Is.Not.A.Safe.Place.

Nobody really knows herExcept the chosen fewHer secrets are kept hiddenBehind that sun-kissed hue.If I reach out to touch herShe’ll just run awayMy Forever and AlwaysWill have to wait another day.

Whenever you touch a poem that caresses your soul, breathe it gently for it might be the wind that perfects your life's goal.

It seems only yesterday I used to believethere was nothing under my skin but light.If you cut me I could shine.

Your love taught me to grieveand I have been needing, for centuriesa woman to make me grievefor a woman, to cry upon her armslike a sparrowfor a woman to gather my pieceslike shards of broken crystal

At last the bottom fell out.No more water in the pail.No more moon in the water.

Bob's Words:Nobody knows what tomorrow bringsBy loving, giving, caringAnd sharing todayLets one know that if tomorrowDoes not comeToday is a good day to be the last