Poems Quotes
A wise old owl once told me, One time when he was out of his tree, That nothing in this world is for free.I agree!
LOVE the hideous in order to find the sublime core of it.
Poetry": What kind of art assumes the dislike of its audience and what kind of artist aligns herself with that dislike, even encourages it? An art hated from without and within.
A little bump in the road is just a bump. There's more ahead until you reach your destination.
The attention was flattering. For the first five minutes. Now I know how poems feel.
One must speak in such a way that although someone else, or many others, or an infinite number of people have said it before, it seems as though you said it first.
It became a weekend of reading, of trying to see her in the fragments of the poem she'd left for me.
Love- if not reciprocated, comes with an expiry date, no matter how strongly we beg to differ.
What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? Oh, poems, no less! Poems, everybody!
Love knows not from where you came, what religion you are, or even your name. Discover it and you will be whole, for when you do you have found your soul.
I started to think about the abyss that separates the poet from the reader and the next thing I knew I was deeply depressed.
In Damascus:poems become diaphanousThey’re neither sensualnor intellectualthey are what echo saysto echo . . .
Remove the computer chipslodged in your brain before they convince youthat you’ve gone insane…Take a bite out of realityinstead of becominga reality byte.
Reckless of my mortality, Strengthen me to behold a face, To know the spirit of a beloved oneYet to endure, yet to dare!
Home will always be where comfort is, even if that comfort is pain
Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.
I started writing poetry and philosophy when I was 17 years old and my mind so was wild. Now I'm 56 and I often want to write like a child.
Most of the poems I write take 5 minutes, but the words can give a lifetime of relief. Many people that have read my book say it helped them with their grief.
hough we travel the whole over to find the perfect match, we must carry it with us a light or it's playing hard to catch.
It's physics. Pure physics, I'm falling fast and faster still.So fall with me. Fall down with me.And stay.
The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic... convey with our hearts the truth of the universe in a single moment briefly.
Even famous poets such as Marianne Moore and William Carlos Williams were rarely asked to read their poems.
We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.
Emotional pain was the price I paid on the path to becoming a woman. So excuse me if I’m not clueless like a little girl.
We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.
If I were John LennonAnd my feelings for you grew, I'd have left The BeatlesTo spend all my time with you
Why not fall in love with an artist? Otherwise there are no letters, pictures, paintings and songs for you when you wake up.
An envy of that one consummate partSwept me, who mock. Whether I laugh or weep, Some inner silences are at my heart.