What Is A Poem Quotes

May I live to see the day when I long for the agony I feel now. /ながらへば またこのごろや しのばれむ 憂しと見し世ぞ いまは恋しき

Swift waters parted by the jagged rocks are joined at river's end. / 瀬をはやみ 岩にせかるる 滝川の われても末に あはむとぞ思ふ

With people you can never tell, Will they have changed when next we meet? But here in my dear old home at least, The plums still smell as sweet. / 人はいさ 心も知らず ふるさとは 花ぞ昔の 香ににほひける

Oh, you cherry petals, On this calm and balmy day, Why are you so restless, So keen to fly away? / ひさかたの 光のどけき 春の日に しづ心なく 花の散るらむ

Impassionate gods have never seen the red that is the Tatsuta River. /ちはやぶる 神代も聞かず 竜田川 からくれなゐに 水くくるとは

… and I’ll be happy here and happy there, fullof tea and tears

Everything is like a wall. Said a scholar to the troll. Bang your head to go on through. Then you'll see, there is no queue.

… my words are lovewhich willfully parades inits room, refusing to move.

How muchI want you, I don't know.

no time agoor else a lifewalking in the darki met christjesus)my heartflopped overand lay stillwhile he passed(asclose as i’m to youyes closermade of nothingexcept loneliness.

If perfection is absurd, why is tragedy common?

I only ever wanted to feel more human.

I find that the thoughts spoken between the lines are the most important parts of a poem or story.

Have you sipped your poems today?

Anything is a poem if you say it often enough.

RAINThunder skiesdewdrops fall, timeless motion.Heavy drizzles, blurred visionslumbering moon.

Goodnight, moon. Goodnight, stars. Goodnight planets, comets and... Mars. Yes, even you, Mars. And not only for the sake of the rhyme.

Damn, the good words are all asterisked!”“The men only understand the asterisks. My worry is if they understand the rest!

If a muscleman like Hukum can write a poem, everyone can.

At the end of all things, why do lovers break up? Because love is magic. You have to believe, for it to exist.

A woman is a poem, a man is a report

Blinking, twinkling, burning brightAre all the stars that light the night.Dippers, Ursa's and Orion too, But don't forget the star in you.

The atmospheric intensity of two electric lovers is the most righteous place I need to rediscover.

More than loud acclaim, I loveBooks, silence, thought, my alcove.Pangur BánPoem by Anon Irish Monk, Translated by Seamus Heaney

You are to me, what wind is to dry leaves.The reason for me to fall, the reason for me to fly.

We live a moment at a time and this is unique.

You are to me, what wind is to dry leaves. The reason for me to fall, the reason for me to fly.

I am happy Because, IFound someoneTo BlameFor mistakesThank God &You mate, You endedMy suffocation.Amen

we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin sings when the lunar fervor unfurls across its follicles.

Death an absolute mystery. No one knows the day and the time, no one knows where and how. Death is an absolute mystery.

Look at mirror! What do you see in you? Do you see someone who can't amount anything in life or do you see a unique human being that was born to dream and conquer the world.

You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams

Perhaps it was the way he'd look at me and smile, Perhaps it was the sound of his voice after being utterly defeated, Perhaps it was the warmth of his touch, Perhaps I've always been in love with you

One has to commit a painting, ' said Degas, 'the way one commits a crime.

I stood there on the corner of the street, I held on to your hand, I looked into your eyes, And all you responded with was, "move on

I am at the gates of my own destruction.(Or so I'm told.)

Deep down, I lay dormant inside her head, Deep down, I lay the rules inside her head, Deep down, I lay inside inside her heart, Deep down, I know she will never move onBecause deep down, I am always there

How—I didn't know anyword for it—how "unlikely". . .How had I come to be here, like them, and overheara cry of pain that could havegot loud and worse but hadn't?

I did what I could, I tried to stay away, I told myself that I don't need you, I don't need to feel this way, But soon I realized that I am just a fishAlways falling as you're prey

Determined, I riseand face the dawn with resolve.This time I will win.

The sweetest melody that playson starry nights and wintry days, most soothing to my listening earsand calming to beleaguering fears, I call a symphony on air―the song of sweet, still silence rare.

Roses are wilting, Violets are dead, The sugar bowl is empty, and so is your head.

Our past sins, our fractured lives--soon nothing but drowned stars in dark skies.

we are two like-minded creatures too well-matched, both equal halves of a whole not altogether wholesome

Hers is a timeless life weaving through other longer lives like a flash of lightning in a clouded evening sky.

A litany of headlights blinding her, she stands unsteady on the dotted traffic line, takes timid steps toward rolled up windows behind which any horror could crouch....

I escape disaster by writing a poem with a joke in it:The past, present, and future walk into a bar—it was tense.

You can't write a poem until you live.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, how much for a poem?

...flames moved towards himand dropped within-singed and marred his tender skin ...(the frightful plight tale)