What Is A Poem Quotes

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!

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!

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

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.

Another breath, left to translate

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.

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

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