What Is A Poem Quotes

STATISTICSPack of Lucky Strikes.A lottery ticket

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

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

Dissociated, I follow this body in its reckless haste.

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

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

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

Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.

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

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.

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.

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

To write you into poems, and make you unerasable.

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

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—

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

unrequited love is likekneeling on uncooked riceand waiting for the boiling water of his kissesto soften the painbut he never comes.

our foundation is rockybecause we made a home in each other’s skin.the damage is beginning to show.

i knew his heart was yours but i wanted to become an alchemist to make gold of the pieces i receivedbecause all i ever felt was the dark side of his leaded heart.

tears swell in the wells of my eyes.love is a constant side effect of mine.

love riddeni searched for youin corridors, open doorsand in endless seas of similesand metaphorsbut we never were on the same page.

Our flushing hearts, trying to climb to the stars- how with the wrong wind, we can fall.

Oracle of Delphi:In my deep mystery I breatheyour fragrance swirling inyour odourless soulI return your mysteryrevealing your destiny deep inthe seed of your God Self

I long fora little life, an everyday life, a splash of sunlightthrough a windowa smile from a stranger -a heart to hold in mine.

If there is no perfection of a work, be sure the perfection of a plan.

A rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautifulI could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.

Poems ancient and modern prowled the ice floes in bear form, filled with words that could wound with their beauty.

Now your burnt ashes float to mingle with others And as I wait for another day I keep singing another song How did I go astray!

I tossed a stone into the Sea To see what it would do for me And the ripples went out And became ocean waves To return to the Sea inside of me

The poem says you only think you’re alive but about to be born your radioactive heliographs mock the moon’s tongue.”— Philip Lamantia, “Fin Del Mundo

Be Vast, Solitary, Down to Earth and Firm

Perseverance....It sometimes makes you look like a foolWorking at something that that doesn't look cool.Never mind if people mock you from their stoolWhen you are enthroned they will drool!

Once more into the fray...Into the last good fight I'll ever know.Live and die on this day...Live and die on this day...

I adore forgotten words, long lost folk tales, and books with pages soft and crumbling. I am a collector of scents and memories. The things that others bury are the things I hold most dear.

I forgot to supannoyancefrom his glass full ofmingled dread and rageNow let me takea small draught of solacefrom my own little cupfull of predicaments!From the poem- Draught

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost.

The color of the flower has faded, while I lost myself in idle thought in this long rain / 花の色は うつりにけりな いたづらに わが身世にふる ながめせし間に

Would the mountain cherry blossoms return my affection for there is no one else out here. /もろともに あはれと思へ 山桜 花よりほかに 知る人もなし

Too pretty, dreamlike mimicry!O falling fire and piercing cryand panic, and a weak mailed fistclenched ignorant against the sky!