What Is A Poem Quotes
Mislaid flame of tender emotionsRekindled.Together we live to the point of tears, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
There can be no law of nature, no science, No aberrant infliction of human willThat unchained the soul cannot conquer, Simply sweep away, should it chose to.
Do You BelieveDo you believethat I have loved yousince the dawn of time?Do you believethat we were destinedto be intertwined?...
Do You Believe...on this road of lifeon this dayI take younow husband and wife...
Ode to the Chamber...linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand call me turtledove...
The Bane...where coxswain's dirtand seaman's shirtsbrushed bawdily upon her chest...
Cradle of SolitudeFor we know not why our tribulationsare given as suchour fragile formscreated from the dust...
Parched by the deprivation of your love for so long made me forget what a cup brimming with love, on my lips, felt like. Everything that now wets it, only wrinkles it with a bland taste.
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Pina colada kisses and cocaine nipsnever lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.
Poetry is another name for a person’s telling of the self, existence and what is beyond, and one’s own perceptions.
You love meand love me notyour love is an arm of clockjoining hands with mineonly to leave me again
I figured I wasn't supposed to be capable of that kind of thinking, and I felt like an alien. I feel that a lot, actually, in a lot of circumstances. Like I ought to be feeling something I don't.
I cannot forgive you. That day, if you had not refused, I would have given you a present. I would have carved my love in stone.
When the music note grows tired we will land on the wings of a guardian - One already accustomed to my attempts to fly One aware of my weakness for a beautiful try
This is how I disappear in pieces.This is how I leave while not moving from my seat.This is how I dance away.This is how I'm gone before you wake.
You may continue to call it a breakup. I will continue to call it an exorcism.
But how wonderful when the tale is told, And the message that is meant for usOpens like the scents of a mountain flower!
OnceThere was a quiet island, With a name.You must believe me When I say that sunlight, Impure but beautiful, Broke upon the bay, silveredThe unrepentant, burning moon.
If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean's insanity.Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.
The touched heart madly stirs, your laughter is water hurrying over pebbles - every gesture is a proclamation, every sound is speech...
Projection from the beginning of time White women with a passionate horns Butchered yet another beloved
And was it his destined part / Only one moment in his life / To be close to your heart?
Pain will humble ones soul, my pain was necessary as it humbled me beyond my limitations, I do not rush what is meant to be slow, patience".
God promised you to give you dreams and visions, see Him as your great dream/vision giver.
Your mind couldn't rest like the other little boys. You looked around and you saw the blanket of fear covered the whole country.
Your thoughts were deeper than your mind, your little eyes pierced through the heart of your nation.
But the seawhich no one tendsis also a garden
My father's love was always strongMy mother's glamour lives on and on.Yet still inside I felt alone, for reasones unknow to me.
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
You've slipped away like a fistful of sand. You've vanished so quickly like a wind. Do you know how I long to hold you love of my life.