What Is A Poem Quotes

my subconscious so full it must spill over

Death stings so harshly, no escape and hiding zone from it.

Timetick tocksays the clockwhirrling bynever shyquietly passlayer upon grassuntil time has gone.than you die.

All I know, all I can comprehend of the mathematics of a life, are the times your hand is inside my hand, and the times it is not.

I'd rather play tennis than go to the dentist. I'd rather play soccer than go to the doctor.I'd rather play Hurk than go to work.Hurk? Hurk? What's Hurk?I don't know, but it must be better than work.

And life goes on like this, an uncomplete poem.

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.

from the prose poem "The Universe Thrums on regardless" in my book SPAN.We are almost nothing in the night. Reduced to warm blobs and the sound of breathing. There is comfort in that.

The might of lifehonors thewaning sun of Autumn be-decking the landscapein a fancy blaze of tangerine.

Go put on your mask.Say 'trick-or-treat' in costume.It’s All Hallows Eve.

Treats and tricks.Witch broomsticks.Jack-o-lanternsLick their lips.Crows and cats.Vampire bats.Capes and fangsAnd pointed hats.Werewolves howl.Phantoms prowl.Halloween’s Upon us now.

A pumpkin lives but once a year when someone sets its soul afire and on that night it stirs up fear until its flame is snuffed.But e'en one night of eerie light is fright enough.

The coldest day in fallis at the Hallows Evening ballwhere ghoulish funavoids the sunas monsters mingle wall to wall.

A Halloween flower, if ever there was one, would smell like an onion, have thorns like a rose.With charcoal black petalsand vines that entangle, t'would grow under moonlightin mud, I suppose.

you’ll find the buildings taller, thatthe halls are full of ghostsbut everything still here iswhat you remember most

Lay a golden egg.After you built a nest, You wait for a leg.And you land next. Now you hope and pray.Expect for the best. Go on with no delay. Get it right at last.

And how unfair it would be to torture your heart in never feeling again, because of a feeling you haven't even tried to understand yet.

And tonight the stars again ask me your name?And I just smile, playing the guessing game!

You said we can't happen, but darling, we started happening the very first day we met.

hough we travel the whole over to find the perfect match, we must carry it with us a light or it's playing hard to catch.

Painting a picture is writing a poem with paint.

Please don’t tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home.

They changed their minds, Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell.