Poems Quotes

Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.

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

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

I’m looking for youin the bare corridor where my shadow is the only passerbyharmonizing an unsettling whisper: echoed through my chiming thoughtsFrom the poem 'Looking For You

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it, we go nowhere - Carl Sagan

PeterSwirling dreamsDragons knewTouching life to winDeep inside many other worldsWhere should we begin?

Devil’s WishA bowl of spellsSwirls a mixSmoke and bubblesSeek the fixYoung boy's eyeAnd fever fewWitches grassSome mandrake root

I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers

… and now and then we could look up and give each other a thought, because I think he could have beautiful thoughts, and we could just let each other be less lonely in our loneliness.

Once we merge with the CoreTrusting the efficiencyOf our Soul’s intentThe Flow becomesThe only possible direction

...gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)

oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold.

Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

What I want to know is how you go on when you look aroundand don’t see anywhere you want to go without the only personyou can’t have.

Pages burnt, memories buried, I wakeor think I'm awake. Or dreaming still?

Since it has quietly began to snow, new distances have awakened within me.

I call you my soulmate because I lost myself in you and then found myself through you. Sure, when you are gone, I will be a fraction but the common denominator has always been me.

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

The garden was full of sorrowSongbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhymeClouds caused to appear and cast down darknessFor this was the first day the sun didn't shine

Will and Love practicedto invoke her Majesty KundaliniIn the world where Adepts die and bloom as LotusesThe perfection of Union is Silence

I still can remember some of the poems and proverbs, I learnt in my childhood.

You start to live when you commit your life to cause higher than yourself. You must learn to depend on divine power for the fulfillment of a higher calling.

One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...but one fleeting glance.

I sat in a boxWith walls on each side.Not too tall.Not too wide.To think.To ponder.To pray.To hide.I sat in a box and cried.

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.

It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I don't even know if I want to be saved.

Traveling down a road of self-destructionWith no room for any reconstruction

Poetry is one of my guilty pleasures and I want to thank you poets for providing me with beautiful words that I can devour and selfishly indulge in any time I want. ♥-Nina Jean Slack

My heart's scripture tastes foreign in the mouths of cowards and on the tongues of those who have never breathed inthe moon and breathed out the world.

I love the way he says my name. With the elegance and utmost respect of a King, just before he bows to his Queen.

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

words are a border collie’s worst nightmare.

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone’s deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone’s smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.

Be careful what you say and do around a writer

A Writer in Love.I was just a word weaverWhat did I know of love?Only thatSome days when the words weren’t enough, I knewI was in love.

Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.

The heart, I think, which is the home of all things rhythmic, is where learned poems go to live.

Pray GOD by HEART, Not by HABIT.

To enjoy a peaceful & Beautiful Life We should open our 'EYE' and Close our 'I

Have and show motivation to do and learn. That's the key for a good career. Everything else is an extrapolation of that.

Theres no competition in DESTINY. Run your own RACE and wish others WELL!!!

The only enemy which stands between the talent you posses and success you achieve is known as "EGO" in our Society

They are both spectacular, Life and death.

The only way to be content in life is to make sure your NEED don't become GREED.

No body is a looser either he is a Winner or a Learner