What Is A Poem Quotes

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

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!

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

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

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.

Thoughts are powerfulSo be careful

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.

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.

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

if onlyour tongueswere made of glasshow muchmore carefulwe would bewhen wespeak

Life remains unchangedtill a leap of faithruns towards heaven

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.

And life goes on like this, an uncomplete poem.

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.

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.

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

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

my subconscious so full it must spill over

Give me the purple smoke, rising higher and higher into my brain until I dance with the purple butterflies.” -Girl with the violet eyes.

SHE Is A Wonderful Romantic Poem With Billions of Lines. Even If I Could, I Wouldn't Finish Reading HER In My Entire Life....

Often I Wish I Werea potato.Eyes openedin all directions.Unafraid of the cold earth.The differencebetween life and deathfor somebody.

You smile and draw me near and whisper, "Do as dreamers do."I lean to you and whisper in your ear, "I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.

Random thoughts that fly away. Where words has no place to stay. Let it be right where they are. Let the work of art preserve its life.

Four simple chambers.A thousand complicated doors.One of them is yours.

She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by - And never knew.

Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world ...

Music helps to forgetThis forsaken tomb, That is my abodeCellars downFar belowUnder the ground, ...

Pity that child who was born near Rouen, His only crime, to arrive deformed.

She reminded me that I could write stories, /could be struck by lightning & live.

Now Leroux, what think youOf this twist to the story?

No more can this Angel teach her, Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...

Have they known scorn like youFive cellars down?

Has father from HeavenSent the Angel to me?

If Erik existed and lived life in despair, We wish him to know we are here and we care.

The Scorpion?The Grasshopper?Which way will she go?

Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten, Eternal Wisdom can never die ...

He offered his love ... she could not bother, She gives her love to the other! The other!

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.

Cradle of SolitudeFor we know not why our tribulationsare given as suchour fragile formscreated from the dust...

The Bane...where coxswain's dirtand seaman's shirtsbrushed bawdily upon her chest...

Ode to the Chamber...linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand call me turtledove...

Do You Believe...on this road of lifeon this dayI take younow husband and wife...

Do You BelieveDo you believethat I have loved yousince the dawn of time?Do you believethat we were destinedto be intertwined?...

Sacred space in whichTo distil, like amber, The best of your love.

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

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.

Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit

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