What Is A Poem Quotes

We can't find the cat, We don't know where she's at, Oh, where did she go?Does anyone know?Let's ask this walking hat.

Life remains unchangedtill a leap of faithruns towards heaven

if onlyour tongueswere made of glasshow muchmore carefulwe would bewhen wespeak

I walk with a dual longing for life and for death.

Tonight, I won't dream, because nobodyhas held me and no hands have strayed and eventhough I'm drunk with love, my arms are empty.

With a metal heartI came to this life, My head was a crucible, full of elixir.Pearl by pearlMy heart was poured, Drop by dropMy head was splashed.The world was entirely a magnet.

Thoughts are powerfulSo be careful

How many great gems were lost to thoughtand not put down to pen.You can but think of just a fewand then they're lost again.

The gift of words, the source of enjoyment, the source of delight that comes within and the unfading beauty and energy of words.

Rivers, water streams, water falls, water lakes, seas and oceans confirm Your creativity.

Bitter and Frail, young and weak. Smiles are useless, talk is cheap, Give thou venom, fangs like slime, Ugly freak for all of time. An empty gift just from me, Give it now, so mote it be!

Animals, birds, and fish confirm Your power and Your existence.

Rising and falling of the sun confirm Your kingship and Your rulership.

The rainbow across the sky after a storm confirms Your kindness and Your forgiving heart.

The amazing feeling that triggers the fountain of words that flow in my belly.

The enemy came to steal, kill and destroy our hero Steve Biko. He was chosen by God and no one can deny that.

Until we say the truth, there can be no tenderness.As long as there is desire, we will not be safe

Mountains, hills and valleys confirm the beauty of Your holiness.

We can't go back, thoughwe're apt to waver even as our wheels spin on.

Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.

Today I introduced myself to my very own Heart, In silent agony, after all these years it bled apart.

I sink into it completely, letting everything else fall away so all that's left is this. A moment like a poem.

It takes an aeon to shift position, get comfortable, let alonecreate a wave in this fishbowl full of glue.- from the poem 'Critical Mass

I listen to the rainfall, my words wanna flow!Droplets run down the wall, where do they go?Letters in the raw, mesh together for the show!

The enemy came to steel, destroy and kill our leader, our hero Steve Biko. He was chosen by God and no one can deny that.

Another breath, left to translate

Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE

I plan to be a sinner tonight. Could've been something else, but looked way too good in my red dress to be anything Christian.

So this is love:the Sculptor’s chisel.And stone, which in its whole lifedoes not utter a single word, suddenly sings.

My cup is yellowOr not, though not'sImpossibleIt's yellow

Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred, But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts

Another day without no rain, is another day of sorrow.And if it doesn't rain today, I hope it rains tomorrow.

Today I write, riots with insite!Tomorrow I read, take the lead!Sometimes I sleep, health to keep!But for now I write, and got no gripe!

And you know what the worst thing was?The worst thing was that nobody ever believed how hard we tried.

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, 'It might have been, 'More sad are these we daily see:'It is, but hadn't ought to be.

Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon, illuminate the shadows in the sky.

When I dieI'm sureI will have aBig Funeral.Curiosityseekers...coming to seeif Iam reallyDeador justtrying to makeTrouble.

Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.

Even this shall pass away

sad is the poem i will never write

Welcome to thee, O sword of eternity!Through BuddhaAnd through Daruma alikeThou hast cleft thy way.

Laws of physicslaws of loveof time and spaceand the (in)between place(in)between you and meand where we arelost and lookinglooking and lost

Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints

If liberty sang a song, little, as the larynx of a bird, nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall.

Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemonsoff the tree! I don't wantto forget who I am, what has burned in me, and hang limp and clean, an empty dress -

Keep Moving...Move forwardLet go Give inDecideand just DoProgress every dayAnd make one step forward no matter what's in your wayKeep moving, till one day you wake up and you're there.

For [W. B.] Yeats magic was not so much a kind of poetry as poetry a kind of magic, and the object of both alike was evocation of energies and knowledge from beyond normal consciousness.

Don't cry my sonDon't cry, because life is a redeemed fightLife is a fight that will demean the weak personAnd will always exalt the strong ones

Some people are like the fragrance of flowers!

She is the light, at the end of this endless tunnel.